<?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-5119493</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:00:12.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running through your mind..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5119493.post-112366095507504669</id><published>2005-08-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:02:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my. been so damn bloody long since i last blogged that i almost forgotten my password! =)so many changes since i last blogged, some are good. some are .. not. Wish i could turn back time and makes some adjustments.. but can i?I don't even know if anyone is actually reading my blog.. but if you are, thanks for waiting for me. i need some more time. wait for mei guess i can't expect things to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/112366095507504669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=112366095507504669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/112366095507504669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/112366095507504669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111597726774659672</id><published>2005-05-13T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T02:41:07.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not been blogging for a while.. I know i appeared very busy but it's really not that case. =&gt; Anyway, things are pretty stagnant now..been meeting up with my dear ol' friends these few weeks. Met up with Fiona, chatted and stuff. She never fails to remind me of my embarrassing secondary school days, especialy the early sec days. i simply cannot believe that i did all of that!!! URGH. the TBP days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111597726774659672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111597726774659672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111597726774659672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111597726774659672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-been-blogging-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111470113579025934</id><published>2005-04-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T08:12:15.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well been pigging out on this really good green tea biscuit. it's superb.anyway dropped by the gym earlier this morning. =)ookay, things are rather uncertain for me right now. and i rather not say until everything is confirmed. Hmm went out with Peishan yesterday for some light snack and of course, Gossips. Anyway that girl really make me feel so comfy in my own skin. She and some of my good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111470113579025934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111470113579025934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111470113579025934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111470113579025934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-been-pigging-out-on-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111444147285788119</id><published>2005-04-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T08:04:32.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay, recieved a call that i passed the first interview and tmr is the second one. Well, if i managed to get thru the second, there is still the third. =( darn. what's up with them?! keep my fingers crossed becos this is a good company.short update - i wanted out of the competition which i mentioned in the earlier posts. ;) yeah dun feel like going into grandmother story here so if you really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111444147285788119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111444147285788119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111444147285788119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111444147285788119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/yay-recieved-call-that-i-passed-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111427172010180852</id><published>2005-04-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:55:20.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay so things are not going as well as it appeared to be. never mind. So let's talk alil' on the happier stuff.. i got my results back and i guess i am pleasantly surprised.  =) hehB+   Buyer BehaviorB+   Business Control PlanningA     Retail ManagementAD  International MarketingAD  Service marketing ManagementAD  World issue perspectiveA     Events ManagementGrade Pt Avg: 3.83/4hmm not too i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111427172010180852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111427172010180852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111427172010180852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111427172010180852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/okay-so-things-are-not-going-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111346378919549969</id><published>2005-04-14T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:29:49.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from the gym earlier. Did 35mins of non stop treadmill earlier and some other cardio machines. Proud of myself because i was so bloody tempted to sleep at home. However i decided that i had been delaying this for far too long. So in order for me to feel good about myself, i went ultimately. i Know you're not interested but let me update u guys on my so called exercise planLast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111346378919549969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111346378919549969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111346378919549969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111346378919549969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-came-back-from-gym-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111319661191173057</id><published>2005-04-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:18:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can't stop crying, and i doubt i will. My eyes are so swollen that i can barely see the screen while i type. Why can't i be girls that looks heart breaking beautiful when they cry? It's like i am shouting" LOOK AT ME, I JUST CRIED" to everybody.so please people, don't ask me why i look like a wreck when you see me. I wouldn't know how to answer because it a hell long of story, and relieving it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111319661191173057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111319661191173057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111319661191173057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111319661191173057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/cant-stop-crying-and-i-doubt-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111287586108293061</id><published>2005-04-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T05:11:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one thing i really hate is to be taken for a fool. And next on my hate list  is to be decieved and kept in the dark, no matter how good the reasons are. If you, out of luck, managed to hide stuff from me, then make sure don't ever let me find out. Coz if i do, the position you hold in my heart no longer existed anymore. I can be a softie at times, but when invoked me this way, so sorry.. no more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111287586108293061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111287586108293061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111287586108293061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111287586108293061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-thing-i-really-hate-is-to-be-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111258800885456667</id><published>2005-04-03T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:13:28.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanted to go for a jog earlier this morning, but it has been raining so heavily that i had to stay at home.. well well well..meeting shir later this evening for some intimate talking session which i had been so deprived of! honestly.. i miss that gal man.. anyways, right now i am feeeling So much more relAxed than ever.. it's wonderful when your mind is in a blank; nothing to worry about at all. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111258800885456667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111258800885456667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111258800885456667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111258800885456667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/wanted-to-go-for-jog-earlier-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-111250738683504168</id><published>2005-04-02T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:49:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>helllo peopleeee.. has it been so long since i last blogged? u guys forgotten about me yet?? =P  well i am a in fairly good mood ( for the first time since 1month plus ago) right now.. heh. catching a movie later on.. can't wait. If you don't know, i completed my last examination paper " International Marketing", of my whole three years poly life. I feel weird when i handed up the paper. Coz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/111250738683504168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=111250738683504168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111250738683504168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/111250738683504168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/04/helllo-peopleeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110959494726053310</id><published>2005-02-28T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:35:36.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no not in a good mood at all. I supposed to be in school rushing the projects right now.. however due to the really painful cramps that i am having, i had to leave. Hope that my dear group mates do not hold that against me.. sorry dear ones. sometimes its really hurts to know what people really think about you. The truth hurts, and it hurts real bad. Especially when it's all untrue and totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110959494726053310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110959494726053310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110959494726053310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110959494726053310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-not-in-good-mood-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110888771970572990</id><published>2005-02-20T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:21:59.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at his place right now blogging... i am so damned sleepy. Guess what time i slept yesterday? 330AM! darnit. No thanks to the dumb BB template. extremely tedious.he's sleeping so soundly right now. Don't get US wrong.. especially sharon tt horny biatch. For ur info, we are at his parent's room with the door wide open. In addition, his brother and his specky fren are watching TV at the living room.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110888771970572990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110888771970572990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110888771970572990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110888771970572990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/02/at-his-place-right-now-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110864285648278448</id><published>2005-02-17T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T04:20:56.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my internet cant seemed to work for the past few days which explained the lack of my blogging. Also, been very busy these days. School been real hectic that i barely have the time to catch my breath. Surveys surveys...project project... darnit. The final 2 months before graduation for me is simply wayy too much.Finally i see your true color. i See you for what you really are. I pity you really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110864285648278448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110864285648278448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110864285648278448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110864285648278448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-internet-cant-seemed-to-work-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110787765072135020</id><published>2005-02-08T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:47:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe in the goodness of people, and i always try my best not to judge before i know them. Yes it's tough, but hey at least i am trying. However, there are times when i get so disappointed and let down.  perhaps it's better to be cynical.I don't usually blog about school stuff here, but guess i'll make an exception this time around. Hm.. I know that most of my classmates will find our group</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110787765072135020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110787765072135020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110787765072135020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110787765072135020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-believe-in-goodness-of-people-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110758892551208529</id><published>2005-02-04T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:35:25.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh maxine.. you are making me feeeeeeel so darned guilty with complains on IM. Because dear lazy me here is still stuck at chapt 2? gosh. i know i should study but.. i am so freaking distracted that i am going nutty. Firstly, i rather watch the stupid TV. Secondly, my novels are beckoning to me. Thirdly, i am just plain lazy. How people? anybody to console me that i am not so bad? Serene is out. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110758892551208529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110758892551208529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110758892551208529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110758892551208529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-maxine.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110726868155269307</id><published>2005-02-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T06:38:01.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well guess everybody studying REAL hard right now. what am i doing here? i can't help but to feel darn guilty. but hey. haha i am way too distracted.hmm just a week to CNY, and i am just so excited. ;p anyway went down with shir and prisc to bugis street to shop on sunday. Woah she is a real expert there i tell ya... she just know where is the right place to go and the fastest way to reach too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110726868155269307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110726868155269307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110726868155269307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110726868155269307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-guess-everybody-studying-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110693426887698113</id><published>2005-01-28T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:44:28.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's too much bad air up here. it's getting harder and harder to breathe. phew.anyway i really must insist that i doubt blogging is made for the very purpose of argument or for other means. it serves as an outlet of frustration, similarly to a written journal where you write to express your feelings. This explains why i usually don't write about controversial topics or remarks directing at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110693426887698113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110693426887698113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110693426887698113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110693426887698113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/theres-too-much-bad-air-up-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110666694146064483</id><published>2005-01-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:29:01.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you ever finds it tough to breathe? like the air is not sufficient ... the drowning sensation. i feel that way right now at this moment. and yes i am feeling damn freaking cranky, largely due to the bloody hot room that i am in and some other factors. darnit.don't you just hate singapore?  fast paced, efficient people and it's always crowded mrt, buses, malls, never ending throngs of people,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110666694146064483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110666694146064483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110666694146064483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110666694146064483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-ever-finds-it-tough-to-breathe_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110627399401707233</id><published>2005-01-20T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:19:54.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well. am up early. hehe. going to meet him at 12 to go shopping for CNY clothes. you know, i think i am so bloody easily contented coz i am jus so happy now. hehe. okie. in the evening, we'll be heading down to suntec to meet my family to celebrate my mom's 53b'day! at rice table.. ;P hope mommy likes the indonesian food. i heard its good? i hope so!right. hmm. yesterday i met him at jurong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110627399401707233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110627399401707233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110627399401707233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110627399401707233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110603601254357825</id><published>2005-01-18T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:13:32.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck. i just wrote a very long entry, and it's all freaking gone.I used to be a very defensive person that will sulk at any insensitive remarks about my appearance. that is why my frens always watch their words with me. To those who don't know, i have a very low self esteem. but only the people that closest to me will know. My boyfriend especially. he listen to me cry.. pats me gently as i sob,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110603601254357825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110603601254357825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110603601254357825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110603601254357825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110502677960479082</id><published>2005-01-06T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T07:52:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so tired yet my brain just can't seem to stop thinking about projects for a while. reached home not too long ago.. so shittyy.. and i'm simply exhausted.i hate high expectations regarding schoowork. i dont like attention from tutors at all..just wanna keep it low profile in class. been this way for 2 yrs of my poly life. however right now, the high expectations from tutors are giving me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110502677960479082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110502677960479082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110502677960479082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110502677960479082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-so-tired-yet-my-brain-just-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110484118818688749</id><published>2005-01-04T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:19:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder how does it feel like to have a good family. I know i should not be complaining coz at least i have one. but i just wanna to have a glimpse of what a true family is like. A father that is firm yet gentle that commands respect from his children is what i hope my future husband will be. Because i want my kids to have a feeel of  fatherly love which i never remember.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110484118818688749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110484118818688749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110484118818688749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110484118818688749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/sometimes-i-wonder-how-does-it-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110458420460882576</id><published>2005-01-01T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T04:56:44.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was a very wet new year eve, so was the new year day. was practically walking in the rain half of the time and it really didn't helped that i wore the new heels today. had real huge blisters at my toes so it was a real painful long walk.well new year eve aside from being REALLY tired, it was good. spent some time with him, and i really enjoyed it all though i was real sleepy. As for today, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110458420460882576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110458420460882576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110458420460882576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110458420460882576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-was-very-wet-new-year-eve-so-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110445710067768666</id><published>2004-12-30T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:38:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so apart from PRAYING which is supposedly deemed as not that practical in the light of this natural disaster, i decided to donate money to the red cross.  i supposed thats more effective/practical eh? So sharon, please do not hate me okie? (:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110445710067768666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110445710067768666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110445710067768666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110445710067768666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-apart-from-praying-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110440396974842454</id><published>2004-12-30T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:52:49.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was so  bored that i decided to watch the chinese news as i surfed the net. As usual, it was on the tsunami that killed so many people, however, there was this particular shot that made me unable to control the urge to cry. It was one of the most horrifying sight i ever seen apart from the 911. It showed " people struggling against the current of the waves, also people being washed away by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110440396974842454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110440396974842454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110440396974842454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110440396974842454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-was-so-bored-that-i-decided-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110433516627923444</id><published>2004-12-29T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T07:46:06.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i reached home like 1 and half hours ago from school. i know its crazy. what the heck am i doing there? i was at school from 9am-10pm jus now. spent 8 hrs or so rushing the bb project. i know .. i am absolutely flabbergasted that i managed to be so "hardworking". no thanks to my so ever favorite group mateS.. U noe who they are.. (:and i didn't know that blk 83 near SIM that blk is so scary at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110433516627923444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110433516627923444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110433516627923444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110433516627923444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-reached-home-like-1-and-half-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110425409433534420</id><published>2004-12-28T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T09:14:54.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling unappreciated now. and just so little cranky and disturbed. I guess sometimes its better to be selfish than to be nice and get urself into a whole load of unnecessary trouble. that's why wei always ask me to mind my own biz and not to try to be selfless coz usually most of the time, it backfired. o well.  can u imagine i am so disturbed that i can't get to sleep. honestly i am exhausted..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110425409433534420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110425409433534420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110425409433534420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110425409433534420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/feeling-unappreciated-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110408030663109363</id><published>2004-12-26T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T08:58:26.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xmas just flew by, and i am so sad. guess i'll have to wait for one more year.okay before i update on the the stuff i did on xmas,let me say that i passed the stupid napha. ho ho ho. bronze. but i'm happy enough. (: i only just passed my standing broad jump. darnit. My shuttle run is always my fav. got an A for it. However i didn't do very well for the 2.4km run. the lack of training and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110408030663109363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110408030663109363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110408030663109363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110408030663109363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/xmas-just-flew-by-and-i-am-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110373069257828814</id><published>2004-12-22T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T07:51:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodness x'mas just 2 days away. OH NO.. haha. somehow less excited now as compared to last year. largely due to the stupid school.=x darnit.anyway today is a sinful day! goshies.. had this x'mas party with class. We exchanged presents and ate log cake! it was my first time eating log cake, and it's GOOD! yummy yummy. damn fattening too. sob sob. but everything went well. took some pics..u </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110373069257828814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110373069257828814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110373069257828814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110373069257828814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/goodness-xmas-just-2-days-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110328939292846407</id><published>2004-12-17T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T05:16:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i should be finishing my tutorials up now!!! but what am i doing? slacking. sigh really cannot stand myself at times..Hip hop class tomorrow.. can't wait can't wait!!! =) i hope it turns out better than the pilate class. it must!! going to the gym after the class.. Amore's gym is real quiet which is good coz i hate noisy over crowded gym.. but den again, i went to the gym during weekday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110328939292846407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110328939292846407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110328939292846407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110328939292846407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-i-should-be-finishing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110318838724781787</id><published>2004-12-16T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:13:07.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everytime i hear breakup stories about my frens with their seemingly long lasting relationship, i cringe with fear. perhaps deep down i am afraid one day the same thing will happen to me too. I am not one to be so head over heels in love that i forgotten that there are possibilities that it may not last. i am practical, in this sense. i never take for granted the relationship i am having now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110318838724781787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110318838724781787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110318838724781787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110318838724781787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/everytime-i-hear-breakup-stories-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110312515249468280</id><published>2004-12-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T07:39:12.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey ya.. only had roadshow today. +) it wasn't bad lah.. thou some hiccups now and den. but on the whole, everything was good.anyway, tot of going out tmr after class.. but realized i should finish up all my tutorials before that. =( not that i am a guai kia.. but juz that i really wanna spend my weekend in peace. and since i have some free time tmr why not? hmm not sure if i should get the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110312515249468280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110312515249468280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110312515249468280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110312515249468280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110303460716349222</id><published>2004-12-14T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T06:30:07.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.. the 2nd week of school, and i guess everything is rather slow right now. Meanwhile i should appreciate the slow-ness cos its gonna be one hell of a Sem. The modules this time around seems kinda tough and i am worried. hell.i can't believe that i am worrying about school just 2 weeks away from christmas. goodness can't seem to adjust to the fact that it's school time now. so so sad. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110303460716349222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110303460716349222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110303460716349222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110303460716349222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110269315326028687</id><published>2004-12-10T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T07:39:13.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well my arms and my neck is lobster red now, due to the 10-3pm car wash today. haha guess my skin is soo not used to the blistering hot sun. i am destined to be fair. sigh is that good or bad? not when looking tanned is the sure way of a percieved slim and healthier image. well well well. guess you won't look good tanned when u're in your 30s right? hehesometimes i wonder.. am i so horribly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110269315326028687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110269315326028687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110269315326028687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110269315326028687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-my-arms-and-my-neck-is-lobster.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110234905913899617</id><published>2004-12-06T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T08:04:19.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey well was having fever.. measured it at his house. 37.9 degrees. woh. didn't know its THAT high. terrible. Ate panadols, so i am quite okay.juz hope that it won't return soon. Throat inflammed and itchy.. goodness. went for pilate earlier. WOH. Trust me.. i was regretting it big time halfway through the lesson. IT WAS TOUGH. Aching real bad now, so tomorrow wil be worst. =( Let me tell you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110234905913899617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110234905913899617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110234905913899617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110234905913899617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/hey-well-was-having-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110229689434638775</id><published>2004-12-05T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:34:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good morning peeps, look at the time. it's 920am. Why am i up so early in da morning, you may ask? well. I know most of my hardworking frens are in the school attending SMM lecture right now.. haha and i really intended to GO but.. i had so many bloody things to pack for my pilate class at Amore later dat i decided that i am going to be very late so .. I AM NOT GOING. period.meeting dear emily</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110229689434638775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110229689434638775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110229689434638775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110229689434638775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/12/good-morning-peeps-look-at-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110165836875000391</id><published>2004-11-28T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T08:12:48.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yup.. now i am feeling way better, infact i feel happy! (: hahah.was at his place earlier before his parents sent him to pasir ris. hm.. his mom cooked real yummy food! i love the fried fish slices with thai chilli and generous chunks of sweet mango! it's absolutely delicious. i can NEVER cook like this.. =( feel so inadequate and inferior in my culinary skills as compared to his mom. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110165836875000391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110165836875000391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110165836875000391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110165836875000391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110148171833895280</id><published>2004-11-26T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T07:08:38.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not feeling too good now. i don't know why. perhaps coz i hate it when pple stood me up ( u-know-who-u-r) and most likely i am having mood swings now..i was pissing him off real bad. i know that. i felt like being difficult. I am just not in da mood to be nice, sweet or wat so ever. it gets so tiring sometimes.. can't i just throw some tantrums and be coaxed lke some other girls? don't all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110148171833895280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110148171833895280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110148171833895280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110148171833895280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/not-feeling-too-good-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110131556163856361</id><published>2004-11-24T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T08:59:21.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been here so often that i probably looks like a bloody life less shit. ;p  but since i'm free, might as well i update loh. =p when school reopens, it gonna be a non-stop hectic life. AGAIN. urghhm met up with shir, evan and her bf today at cityhall to get some prezzie for her darling.. R*. haha shalln't state the name here later she'll kill me or something. =p anyway i like spending time with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110131556163856361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110131556163856361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110131556163856361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110131556163856361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/been-here-so-often-that-i-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110119391763490033</id><published>2004-11-22T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:11:57.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm juz realized something rather unexpected.as much as i hate the fact of him being in the army when i only get to see him twice a week, which is a far cry from our pre-NS days where i get to see him at least 4/5 times a week. and although i moaned and groaned that he's never around when i need him and the likes.. BUT i realized something..I am much more independent now as compared.. I used </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110119391763490033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110119391763490033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110119391763490033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110119391763490033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/hmm-juz-realized-something-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110114228236412401</id><published>2004-11-22T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:51:22.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>having a bloody flu right now. holy shit. and once i've a flu, it never STOPS. craps.by the way last saturday, went to catch a movie with him. Bridget Jones Diary. well i didn't catch the first one, so was rather apprehensive about watching it actually.. but well.. since he so desperatly DO NOT want to watch Incredibles so yup.. i guess this is it. Hmmm, certain part of the show makes alot of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110114228236412401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110114228236412401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110114228236412401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110114228236412401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/having-bloody-flu-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110084319348756702</id><published>2004-11-18T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:46:33.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well been a while since i last blogged, as how our dear sharon nicely put it.. dat i am lazy. well at least for once, she's right. lol. really damn lazy.btw i jus discovered this damn good beauty forum .. check it out : www.flowerpod.org provides me with real good advices on hair, make up, face etc etc that's why i am intending to do my RE RE RE RE x100 Rebonding soon at Kimage. heh. not cheap.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110084319348756702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110084319348756702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110084319348756702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110084319348756702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-been-while-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110027322432276411</id><published>2004-11-12T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:27:04.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup people, as always, here's my results:Sales Management - BMarketing Communications - ADInteractive Business Skills-  AElectronic marketing-           AMarket Research-       B+Information Knowledge Society - AMobile Robotics    BGPA : 3.66wELL.. let me see.. i guess this is almost similar to my grades last sem. yup.. so not esctatic or wat so ever.. hmmm expected my SM to get a B. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110027322432276411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110027322432276411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110027322432276411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110027322432276411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/yup-people-as-always-heres-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110010029288459642</id><published>2004-11-10T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:24:52.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it feels horrible when you gave ur best, and yet u were not appreciated.i try to be the most considerate and understanding girlfriend, and yet you still feel unhappy.so may i ask... why the hell do i even wanna try for den? i MAKE my life revolves around YOU, and in the process of that, i neglected some of the most vital part of my life. perhaps it isn't meant to be so? I don't feel anger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110010029288459642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110010029288459642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110010029288459642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110010029288459642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-feels-horrible-when-you-gave-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-110005728231950668</id><published>2004-11-09T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:28:02.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well finally full day of rest, without having to head down to joo chiat cc or the ulu Singapore Mint. So very relieved. (:let me update a lil' on yesterday's work.Well for those that don't know, but joo chiat is kinda complicated place. what do i mean by complicated? well.. there's lots of KTV lounge along the street, and yup i don't mean KBOX kind of ktv, it's more like errr... ADULT ktv </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/110005728231950668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=110005728231950668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110005728231950668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/110005728231950668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-finally-full-day-of-rest-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109975819726418451</id><published>2004-11-06T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T08:23:17.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was not a good day for me. it was a freaking long day honestly. i felt like puking really. it was horrid.well to end salt to the wound, my boyfriend last minute could not book out tonight. gosh i was so disappointed that i cried a lil'. haha the ever emotional me. don't laugh! i guess it was a damn long day so i needed him around to console me, but when it didn't happened as i anticiapted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109975819726418451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109975819726418451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109975819726418451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109975819726418451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-was-not-good-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109940144904827605</id><published>2004-11-02T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:17:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey jus back from a jog. took us 20mins. well .. haha. i pushed myself at the end, so almost felt like vomitting. but u have to push to improve i guess. somehow i feel very much so motivated, and feel like starting the whole exercise regime thingy. oh well. not sure how long it'll last this way aroud. haha. the last time it lasted for whole 2 weeks, and i felt sick. haha.hmm.. well. i really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109940144904827605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109940144904827605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109940144904827605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109940144904827605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-jus-back-from-jog.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109923828601228361</id><published>2004-10-31T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T07:58:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right now.. i feel kinda lonely. maybe it's coz he's not around for me to speak to.. not like i have any problems that i wanna share. i just want to talk to somebody. someone that can understand whatever shit i am saying, and that i am able to feel appreciated for the sharing of thoughts. and i dun wanna disturb the pple that i wanna talk to. coz it's not liek i haf any problems or trouble right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109923828601228361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109923828601228361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109923828601228361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109923828601228361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109896897514358409</id><published>2004-10-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:09:35.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well he's gonna be back by tomrrow i hope? perhaps i wont' get to see him but at least i can talk to him. well been real tired these days and gonna be even more tired the next few days. 7days of road show at joo chiat (omg!), selling "heritage trail" tix. SIGH it so bloody far. o well. and gonna be in TSM for 2 days. sick. the ulu pandan place. ta ma de.free labour i guess. at least i'm off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109896897514358409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109896897514358409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109896897514358409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109896897514358409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-hes-gonna-be-back-by-tomrrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109877769184551051</id><published>2004-10-26T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:01:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyhey.. i'm here. wellwellwell. i'm feeling siCK. real SICK.anyway i like to thank sharon for thinking of me when there's vacancy for the job! although i could not make it, but i think that was real sweet of ya! =) really. anyone have any tuition job for poor me? sigH.all rights, guess that's all i wanna say..ciao</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109877769184551051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109877769184551051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109877769184551051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109877769184551051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/heyhey.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109837298785591348</id><published>2004-10-21T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T08:36:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's finally all over. well today's paper was quite a killer, thankfully i wasn't the only one who thought so. gosH.. hope there gonna be moderation. please.. (:anyway it's all over..thou we still have the disgusting school on monday. i hate marketing. where's the hols?! irritating. btw jus realised that the whole marketing group is going to bangkok this january! so fast. haha. there's gonna be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109837298785591348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109837298785591348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109837298785591348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109837298785591348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-finally-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109810588841101324</id><published>2004-10-18T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T06:24:48.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's raining hard outside, well. i should be studying right now and not supposed to be up blogging here. feeling just so little drained. but i have to continue coz i am already at the last 300m. might as well push it all the way to finishing line..well. paper today " electronic marketing" guess it was real fine. better than i had expected. wrote so much todayy. (: my fingers went bonkers.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109810588841101324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109810588841101324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109810588841101324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109810588841101324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-raining-hard-outside-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109757142787733657</id><published>2004-10-12T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T01:57:07.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i was reading some blogs earlier on, and it sort da inspire me to write somemore.but the truth to be told, i am at loss for words again. wtf right?sometimes i wonder if i'm ever going to do what my heart desired, life is so full of beauty and endless possibilities for me to discover, am i going to remain where i am standing forever?in less than 6 short months and i'll be forced out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109757142787733657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109757142787733657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109757142787733657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109757142787733657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-i-was-reading-some-blogs-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109728573688109286</id><published>2004-10-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T18:35:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know why am i so early? even though i am exhausted.. slept at 2 yesterday.anyway i using wireless now.. surfing the net in my living room. hehe. it's cool..anyway i had been watching "the animal planet" these days.. and i was watching this particular documentary featuring " the state of the great aps". and it said that if we're not going to do anything real soon, they are going to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109728573688109286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109728573688109286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109728573688109286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109728573688109286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-know-why-am-i-so-early-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109690453520272075</id><published>2004-10-04T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T08:42:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey ended my presentation of the bloody integrated project that took us endless latenights, quarrels and conflicts. finally it's all over. and hell.. am i relieved.. the presentation was not bad i think.. teachers seems appreciative of our GREAT effort. which was really nice. well i am too tired and sick to elaborate more.. so sick of the word even.. anyway it's true the world is full of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109690453520272075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109690453520272075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109690453520272075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109690453520272075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/10/hey-ended-my-presentation-of-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109561321736555470</id><published>2004-09-19T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T10:00:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm.. well spent wednesday to saturday staying back in school rushing project. Friday was absolutely crazy.. was in the library from 12pm-9pm. non stop. went without dinner. yes we're crazy, all of us were delirious from the lack of food and rest and everything else. felt like screaming to let out my pented up frustration. i don't have a life at all.. it's so pathetic really. At least he's out to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109561321736555470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109561321736555470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109561321736555470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109561321736555470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109534767490444293</id><published>2004-09-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T08:14:34.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohmygoodness i am a the happiest girl on earth! (:my boyfriend just did the sweetest thing ever. well, he lied to me that he failed his IPPT ( to those who don't know, nevermind) so he cannot discharge for the next 2 weeks til BMT.. so i realie didn't expect him tobe out at all..but the best thing is that he kept with up the bluff til 9 plus jus now.. called me. and i thought the background </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109534767490444293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109534767490444293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109534767490444293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109534767490444293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/ohmygoodness-i-am-the-happiest-girl-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109526323207175939</id><published>2004-09-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T08:47:12.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>are you astute? not to be arrogant, but i think i am. as zhiwei always say, i observe too much. little gritty details.. i remeber.coz it's these lil' details that reveal a person true self.that's why i get very frustrated when people just don't see the way i do. it's like. the truth is staring right at their face, why is it that they can't see it?!first time i felt this way was through these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109526323207175939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109526323207175939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109526323207175939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109526323207175939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/are-you-astute-not-to-be-arrogant-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109506685944292769</id><published>2004-09-13T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T02:14:19.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. last week was a crazy week. seriously, hence explain why i didn't update for a week.IBS last friday..and MR test today, Sm quiz on wed. so can you tell me why i look like so haggard now?let me update on IBS first.. it was .. much better than expected. i really went with the expectation of getting a B for IBS..  honestly, hence explains why i was damn relaxed. as compared to the 1st call. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109506685944292769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109506685944292769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109506685944292769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109506685944292769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109439809234524022</id><published>2004-09-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T08:28:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.. the 1&amp;half day just flew past without us feeling it. and i just sent him off earlier. ): well.. i shall be contented with what i have right?hmm i went to his place on friday, the day he booked out, and ate dinner with his family, sigh he looks so cute botak.. haha. he much more tanned and muscular! haha. he's cute. haha. met him again on saturday. watched garfield! funny show. thouh it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109439809234524022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109439809234524022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109439809234524022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109439809234524022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109414399869617006</id><published>2004-09-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:53:18.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just experienced a lesser extent of the dog eat dog world. and oh god, i don't think i am up to the REAL world. people smile @ u and stab at ur back the nxt time, people willing to climb on ur back to get whatever they want.. what a cold world out there. is this it for me? am i just gonna go with the flow, and be part of this whole damned rat race for glory, fame and money? honestly i am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109414399869617006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109414399869617006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109414399869617006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109414399869617006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-experienced-lesser-extent-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109409150466240964</id><published>2004-09-01T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:18:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>welll feeling real real tired right now. seriously some people just can be so bloody childish. gross. doubt this is the kinda attitude u wanna bring when u're working rights? watever. this sem seems to b flying past. and yup soon i'll graduate. am i ready? i think i'll nv be.sigh next 2 weeks gonna be damn tiring. Iks presentation next thurs. and nothing is done yet. screwed it.. =( once i'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109409150466240964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109409150466240964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109409150466240964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109409150466240964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/09/welll-feeling-real-real-tired-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109370799912795877</id><published>2004-08-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T08:46:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watched liu xing hua yuan - the first vol, earlier today. that show still touches me.. sighh well supposed to meet my friends in the evening..but i was feeling darrrn lazy. plus i am cooking longan desert for him.. so yup.. hmm but okay lah. enjoy the solitude though.. well, waimin leaving tomorrow.. gonna send her off. feeling a lil' sad though.although i know this was what she always wanted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109370799912795877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109370799912795877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109370799912795877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109370799912795877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/watched-liu-xing-hua-yuan-first-vol.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109353702323654962</id><published>2004-08-26T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T09:17:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yep hi  guys.. i'm adjusting quite well to his absence (: can't wait to visit him in the army on sunday. haha.anyway watched singapore idol. and hmm. can't help but notice that our standards are so much lower than our dear americans. i'ts pretty apparent actually. but nevetheless,  i am sure that took loads of courage on their part too.well. went out with wai yesterday. met her at china town,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109353702323654962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109353702323654962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109353702323654962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109353702323654962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/yep-hi-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109308594479013837</id><published>2004-08-21T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T03:59:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes. my heart was in my mouth as i watched the blooody table tennis match. We were so damn close to a silver medal, but no.. we lost. freak it. Jiawei even beaten that bloody noisy shit 11-0. IT'S ZERO! can u imagine? and we still lost. wtf. maybe that bloody communist got some black magic orrr maybe the korean girl would be executed if she lost this match.. thats why. so bloody pissed. and i was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109308594479013837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109308594479013837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109308594479013837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109308594479013837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109284090816914857</id><published>2004-08-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T07:55:08.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ookay. had quite an tiff with him yesterday. &gt;: quite serious actually. I was sick of feeling neglected and unwanted.. i felt that he's seems to find being with me dreadful, and he can't wait to get away from me. so what if i practically meets him everyday? afterall he's entering the army 2days later.. isn't it reasonable and understandable? and i just can't seem to fathom the reason for wanting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109284090816914857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109284090816914857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109284090816914857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109284090816914857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/ookay.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109249779329765193</id><published>2004-08-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T08:36:33.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm utterly stressed up. gawd. didn't go out today jus to rush my blardy project.and it's not even half way done. spent a while researching.. lots of time infact.. around 5hours plus.i hate projects. and i am pissed coz i am pissed. whatever. he's out with his friends, probably watching movie still.. urgh. i know i should try to be understanding, but i am not HAPPY. but just so i won't scream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109249779329765193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109249779329765193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109249779329765193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109249779329765193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-utterly-stressed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109228093334367827</id><published>2004-08-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:22:13.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>actually, i really didn't wanna write anymore. but shirlene that pig convinced me. (: i shall just do what she said. My primary schoolmates should know that i was a mousy, FAT, anti-social girl. always with a book in my hand during recess. Although many will say that i've changed very much, but i supposed something just never change. I  doubts myself,  the fear of rejections by my friends, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109228093334367827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109228093334367827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109228093334367827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109228093334367827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/actually-i-really-didnt-wanna-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109197551992938167</id><published>2004-08-08T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T07:31:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well to all my avid readers, (: i may like to terminate my blogger account very soonrealized how information technology could cause such an adverse impact on my daily life.i guess it's better off sticking to my nice little PRIVATE diary. of course i'll miss blogging, duh. it sort of appeal to your vanity right.. the fact that people actually interested to read about me. as if i am interesting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109197551992938167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109197551992938167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109197551992938167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109197551992938167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-to-all-my-avid-readers-i-may-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109189035135166942</id><published>2004-08-07T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T07:52:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder if the purpose of blogging is to treat it as an outlet of frustration or to allow the whoever that was involved to know what's going on  as you do not have the guts to tell them right to their face. sometimes i wonder if i should have kept it a private blog so that it is just me against the world. i mean you get pissed with people, it happens all da time. there's bound to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109189035135166942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109189035135166942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109189035135166942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109189035135166942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/sometimes-i-wonder-if-purpose-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109155524187911026</id><published>2004-08-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T10:47:21.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank gawd that there's no school tomorrow.. 3 cheers for e-learning. yeppies.am so bloody tired these days.. roadshow jus ended and i am so glad.so damn stressed up now. so many projects to complete. am i the only anxious person around here?! darn it. Marketing is so much fun.. but so much work too. sigh. why can't life be easier?o well..i don't even dare to think about projects now. just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109155524187911026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109155524187911026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109155524187911026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109155524187911026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/08/thank-gawd-that-theres-no-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-109111232778751849</id><published>2004-07-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T07:45:27.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school been so hectic that i am slowly wasting away now. hoh.just back from project 2 hours ago. for ur info, i was stuck in the library from 130pm to 810pm just now. WITH no break. so can u blame me for looking like a haggard panda now? so relieved the project is finalllyyyy over. Yes. this whole week has been a mad rush. staying back in school til 9 plus for a few days.. with the exception </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/109111232778751849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=109111232778751849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109111232778751849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/109111232778751849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/07/school-been-so-hectic-that-i-am-slowly.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108999642143480486</id><published>2004-07-16T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T09:47:01.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woh been ages since i last blogged. gosh. practically 2 weeks plus.well school been real hectic and projects are already pouring right in. and i am in this group made up of real smart and hardworking people that scored almost all ADs for every single module. yes i know. heard nightmare stories about this particular girl in my group since last sem, and i was trying my best not to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108999642143480486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108999642143480486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108999642143480486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108999642143480486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/07/woh-been-ages-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108861073938071779</id><published>2004-06-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T08:52:19.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyz been a while.. came bac from hockey training a while ago..sigh y must all sports be dominated by egostical MALES. darn it. just few months of absence from trg, and whole new group of males in charge.irritating crap. hope i'll able to attract more female freshies during the CCA fiestajust the begining of a week, and i am feeling the stress.went down singapore mint yesterday for briefing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108861073938071779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108861073938071779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108861073938071779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108861073938071779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/heyz-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108808266534297446</id><published>2004-06-24T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T06:11:05.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tomorrow is the end.. gosh i am so glad nowcan't wait for tomorrow to arrive. bought some beautifuul chocs for them. beautifully wrapped up..yummy.. didn't get any for myself. o well. giving is always happier. i guess.i hope it taste as yummy as it looks. had lunch at Swensen with my colleagues, boss and the prev 2 attachment studentsit's nice knowing that the prev students still keep in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108808266534297446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108808266534297446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108808266534297446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108808266534297446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/tomorrow-is-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108795303481369769</id><published>2004-06-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:10:34.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just 3 days to go before the last day of workand i am down with flu and sorethroat.sigh. felt so miserable yesterday.hopefully i am better now.. well Italy is out. and i am shocked, and that is he's fav team in euro04.hm.. the ball is round. They started off as one of the hot favourite, and ended being one of the 3 country to be kicked out. he started work today. and i was quite sad becos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108795303481369769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108795303481369769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108795303481369769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108795303481369769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/just-3-days-to-go-before-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108773830250042378</id><published>2004-06-20T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T06:33:58.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello!! countdown to end of work- 5 days!!i am soo damn excited i tell you. (: not gg to school for the first few days,i need my beauttttty rest.hah.ohyup. went east coast yesterday! we hired the couple's bike.( what do u call that?!)erm, yes i can't cycle. don't you dare to snigger. you bitch. :P by the way, it was quite fun lah.. haha a lil scary. think i was driving him mad by all da " eh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108773830250042378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108773830250042378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108773830250042378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108773830250042378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/hello-countdown-to-end-of-work-5-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-10868744696660814</id><published>2004-06-10T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T06:34:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay. approaching the end of a week. i am so darn relieved.spent the day doing absolutely nothing ( as usual). and i haven't got my miserable pay yet. shitts.well i want to have a loving husband and a responsible father for my child. maybe i am just too pessimistic but i am unable to believe in people easily, especially in guys who claim they love you til the end of time. Sweet words push me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/10868744696660814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=10868744696660814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/10868744696660814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/10868744696660814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108653388158444087</id><published>2004-06-06T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T07:58:01.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>attended the wedding of my cousin debbie at coffee club which is situated at raffles place. hm.. quite a different wedding i must say. Firstly, it's not at some hotel with suckling pigs, yum-sengs, abalone, sharkfin soup and free cakes/chocs. Yup it's western buffet with horrid pasta, potatoes, not too bad dory fish fillet, tasteless chix etc.. the pastries not too bad though. but i didn't even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108653388158444087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108653388158444087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108653388158444087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108653388158444087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/attended-wedding-of-my-cousin-debbie.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108610455702595320</id><published>2004-06-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T08:42:37.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well o well.. it's a public hols tmr! never have i felt so happy before.yes!! (: the another problem is that i am so freaking broke now. During the GSS period.. how absolutely lucky can i get? why oh why?? 24 days to go.. yay. the END is NEAR. i wanna get so many stuff, and i wanna go so many places.. I wanna go to little India to get some cheap Saris skirts, and mustafa centre.. sigh. Also, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108610455702595320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108610455702595320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108610455702595320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108610455702595320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-o-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108602012621356587</id><published>2004-05-31T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T09:15:26.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WORK. oh no.. jus the word itself makes me tremble with fear.=( alil' melodramatic ? but it's trueee. gosh thank god for vesak dayless than a month to go.. can't wait for it to be all over.. =( well prob gg to expo with him tmr.. the food fair/yay. haha. crappy.. rights.. shall blackout.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108602012621356587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108602012621356587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108602012621356587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108602012621356587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/06/work.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108575453464476048</id><published>2004-05-28T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T07:28:54.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, the best day of a week. fridays.DiD nothing at work again. i swear it's bloody borin. o well. a month to go before freedom. (: i sure am glad.hmm.. forcing myself to stay awake cos i dont wanna waste a day.it's rare that i get to stay up late. so i am going to savour it bits by bits.i am running out of ideas to go with him. help people!! and i am craving for Pratas.. yummy. plain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108575453464476048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108575453464476048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108575453464476048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108575453464476048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-best-day-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108563679824487513</id><published>2004-05-26T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:46:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well. using the internet from the office. i'm alone in the office cos my colleagues went to transit for lunch. AND. although i was bragging :P alotabout being able to shop in transit. yup i was wrongin the light of the 911 Incident. damnit, the airport policeconfiscated ALL temporary passes to the transit. yup. didn't wantthem not to go cos of me. so i guess it's quite okay lahit feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108563679824487513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108563679824487513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108563679824487513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108563679824487513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108557944352646875</id><published>2004-05-26T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T06:50:43.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh. feel so cut off from the world. been a while since i last blogged.ok fine, it hasn't been THAT long. but it felt like THAT long. I been using my laptop in work these days, hence, as i am a lazy girli left my lappy in office. (: Which means that i am unable to surf the internetat home. yup. yeah lah, i have a PC lah. but.. it's damn crappy. so i ratherdon't surfed.hmm. by the way, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108557944352646875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108557944352646875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108557944352646875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108557944352646875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108524237841609201</id><published>2004-05-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T09:12:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so sleepy that i can barely open my eyes to write thistomorrow i am going to gym. sigh so tempted to sleep the day awaybut nope, if i do that,i am just going to feel bad the whole timeso for long term sake, i shall. kinda miss sweating too. hehei miss my hockey!! haha finally. (: The passion is back. yay.i wanna buy so many books from kinokuniya... sigh.too many. where's my pay??i hpe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108524237841609201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108524237841609201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108524237841609201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108524237841609201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-sleepy-that-i-can-barely-open-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108515401502673699</id><published>2004-05-21T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T08:40:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow didn't realised 3 days have passed since i last surfed the internetheh. (: well thankfully this week pass much faster than the first week.still it's still as boring. dozing off every now and then.haha. i even enjoy runnin errands for my L/Os as i am provided with the opportunity to walk around. it sure beats sitting down staring into space for the whole day.. brought my laptops to work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108515401502673699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108515401502673699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108515401502673699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108515401502673699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/wow-didnt-realised-3-days-have-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108489164900986983</id><published>2004-05-18T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T07:47:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm I'm sleepy already.I am never going to photocopy anything anymorethe sight of papers petrified me.. And I don't wanna wear high heels anymore!! The Charles and Keith heels that I tot was SO elegant broke my heart. =( blisters all around my poor feetdarn it. It's between practical vs image. Sigh so what do you choose?well work was as usual. B-O-R-I-N-G. What's new?don't wanna bore you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108489164900986983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108489164900986983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108489164900986983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108489164900986983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/hmm-im-sleepy-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108471782767349025</id><published>2004-05-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T07:30:27.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the idea of work tomrrow drives me crazy i tell uone full week of montonous work. oh yuck. urgh. shall report to work later. heh. sick of gg work so early and doin absolutely NOTHING.=( wil ask my supervisor if i am allowed to bring my laptop to work soonso i can start on the ppt with updated software. tell u arh... the pc i am using is still stuck in the stone age. firstly, it is still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108471782767349025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108471782767349025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108471782767349025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108471782767349025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/idea-of-work-tomrrow-drives-me-crazy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108463748527628686</id><published>2004-05-15T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T09:11:25.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going to gym later on in the morningmeeting emily to do some serious work out! goshi need da sweat and breathe hard. it makes me a lil' more perky.i'm sleepy darn it. and he still not calling me yet. =(bought a pair of shoes from charles and keith. ohmegosh,i almost bought 4/5pairs of shoes. they are absolutey divine. the colours! i wanna get the pink and light blue ones!! so so sweet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108463748527628686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108463748527628686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108463748527628686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108463748527628686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/going-to-gym-later-on-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108455022176520442</id><published>2004-05-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T08:57:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyhey it's friday night! What are YOU doing? so relieved for now.but the idea of working in 2 days time kinda dull my pleasure. but hey.. shallnt' think so much. Next week, hopefully, has more in store for me ahead. (:  well today was erm...quite different than other days.i attended the talk of my boss for the Indian authority of airport. It's at the singapore aviation academy. i felt so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108455022176520442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108455022176520442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108455022176520442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108455022176520442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/heyhey-its-friday-night-what-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108445983560315283</id><published>2004-05-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T07:50:35.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't puke yet peoplei know this blog is kinda feminine and pink-ish.. and so.. boringbut i am kinda in the mood for pinkz lah..and cheesy stuff like forever friends bearhaha. i am crap. just allow me to indulge lah. =( well guess i am goin to sleep soon. and hopefully tomorrow passes by welland weekend here i come! i absolutely can't wait. been waking up at 6am everyday.gosh it's worse </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108445983560315283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108445983560315283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108445983560315283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108445983560315283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/dont-puke-yet-people-i-know-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108445186931263322</id><published>2004-05-13T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T05:37:49.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gonna pack my t shirts and track pants in preparation for the aerobics class tmr..hehe. wondering how and whY?! well working in a goverment statutory board kind of makes me a civil servant.. so we have lots of benefit, including a temp membership to the club@T2 which have lessons for the employees. so yup, my wonderful colleagues bringing me in tmr.. FREE. haha. shhhhh.. supposed to pay. but yup</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108445186931263322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108445186931263322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108445186931263322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108445186931263322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/gonna-pack-my-t-shirts-and-track-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108445179751310595</id><published>2004-05-13T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T05:36:37.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gonna pack my t shirts and track pants in preparation for the aerobics class tmr..hehe. wondering how and whY?! well working in a goverment statutory board kind of makes me a civil servant.. so we have lots of benefit, including a temp membership to the club@T2 which have lessons for the employees. so yup, my wonderful colleagues bringing me in tmr.. FREE. haha. shhhhh.. supposed to pay. but yup</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108445179751310595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108445179751310595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108445179751310595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108445179751310595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/gonna-pack-my-t-shirts-and-track-pants_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108428076343769029</id><published>2004-05-11T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T06:06:03.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well second day of attachment,and well, it was better..at least i didn't feel so ..err.. confined. guess i am so not used to office work... i don't even know how to use the photocopy machines! wtf right.. urgh. My colleagues were great.. haha.. thank god for that.didnt expect the lady boss to treat me lunch yesterday. overwhelmed.she's wonderfulll. but heard she can be quite terrifying. hmm.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108428076343769029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108428076343769029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108428076343769029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108428076343769029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-second-day-of-attachmentand-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108408452879270353</id><published>2004-05-08T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:39:51.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to all, happy mother's day..going out with family later in the eveningjust a simple meal i guess. bought her cake few days ago.N.y.d.c choc addition. she loves it. let me tell you what ps said..ps: diana, are you v much in love with your boyfriend?me: HAR?!!! why you said so?!!me: err.. guess so.. why?ps: no lah..just that everytime i read your blog, he is always around. HAHAHAHAHA.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108408452879270353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108408452879270353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108408452879270353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108408452879270353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-all-happy-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108403687127461483</id><published>2004-05-08T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T10:25:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes. the end has approached.last paper today!! and it was fine! took a risk when i picked chapters to study..i only studied the minimum requirement of 4 chapters or so for the examand yup... it was okay., goodness.. i am so damn relieved  now..sleepy at the same time too.. did i mentioned that i broke down yesterday?yup due to the impending stress of the final paper- operation management.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108403687127461483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108403687127461483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108403687127461483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108403687127461483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108385253806693969</id><published>2004-05-06T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T07:13:17.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not been online for days..  Finally, I am back here againyay.. this means that the end is approaching..my last paper on saturday, thats why i am not studying now.which , of course, i am supposed to. (: however.. i shall be a slacker todaybeen quite good these days.. haha. i spent my time studying ok!maybe due to the stress or even relief, or the lack of sleepmy head felt so damn heavy. and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108385253806693969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108385253806693969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108385253806693969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108385253806693969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/not-been-online-for-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108342741801521652</id><published>2004-05-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:10:16.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aim to stay up the whole night todaylet's hope that I am able to do so.. have little faith in myself.. blah. temptations everywhere. BED.. urghso damn deprived of my sleep.. I need it! went down to changi airport to study todayI must say it's a conducive environment to studyespecially at the staff canteen.. so so quiet.. No large crowd to bother you..except for the occasional rowdy kids</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108342741801521652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108342741801521652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108342741801521652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108342741801521652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/05/aim-to-stay-up-whole-night-today-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108326190611218886</id><published>2004-04-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T11:09:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yup i am here againseems like my only company in this long and quiet night is the internetwhat will i do without it man.. well, i cant believe how disgusting some girls can bei can't help but to feel disgusted at their actionswho in the right mind will be so blatant?! don't they know the meaning of shame?guess not.. stress is getting to me... i am supposed to be studying..and what am i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108326190611218886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108326190611218886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108326190611218886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108326190611218886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/04/yup-i-am-here-again-seems-like-my-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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-5119493.post-108316789841664027</id><published>2004-04-28T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:02:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>before i decided to blog, i always have so many things to saybut when i am faced with this blank space, i am just at loss for wordswell..read shir blog... and it reminded me of the agony i went throughwell i just like to let her know that i was in her situation, but i managed to get through iteverybody needs a  painful lesson. life is never smooth sailing, and through such pain, then you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/feeds/108316789841664027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5119493&amp;postID=108316789841664027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108316789841664027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5119493/posts/default/108316789841664027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-ana.blogspot.com/2004/04/before-i-decided-to-blog-i-always-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16047565162610475514</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>
