<?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-8206413</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:04:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dalia rocks. uh huh!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-1348937739094293382</id><published>2011-06-25T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:44:07.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im still alive.</title><content type='html'>hello cyberworld.&lt;br /&gt;many may have think that im dead on cyberworld but its not true. but i dont think anyone is EVER reading my blog again. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its saturday night and im home every since i end work, watching gossip girl. overloaded i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is awesome, starting school next week. really looking forward for classes and a whole busy crazy schedule for the next 15 months. i know i can do, but that also means i have to throw away the habits i had during poly years. in other words, i have to stop skipping lectures and be there "body and mind" during tutorial. not that i have a choice since im bonded and my company will kill me if i do anything like in poly years. heh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, when i was 16, i keep telling myself i will only get married when im 25 or even 27. but i guess, as you grow and walk thru the years, not everything that you plan and wish will come thru. so i guess there's a change of plan. but not much of a different, only a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not tell the whole world yet, but yes im getting engaged soon. not revealing when (but i guess many would have already guessed when) just to be safe. getting engaged is a whole different level. i never really think i will go thru all this. i mean i know i will go thru someday.. but maybe just that i didnt really think it thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im blessed for this engagement and im really happy to take this step with my fiance-to-be. but i guess in everything you do, there will always be challenges. and i hope, we will got thru this together; strong and end it with a happily ever after. amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-1348937739094293382?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/1348937739094293382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=1348937739094293382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1348937739094293382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1348937739094293382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-still-alive.html' title='im still alive.'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-1760922293518033378</id><published>2010-07-21T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:37:58.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M</title><content type='html'>today aint the most wonderful day for me. when M comes, i suffer like hell. esp when M havent been visiting me for a few months. and this time its been 3 mnths and you can only imagine the pain M gives me the minute i get it. it was the worse journey experience to work ever. feeling weak, pain. dehydrated and the worse part wanting to faint so badly. miss my shuttle bus cos M was giving huge problem. and so i cab to work from Queensway. lucky its near so i wasnt late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was terribly busy. and have to rush after work for some stupid briefing which lasted less than 5 mins? the truth i rather work alone cos i can do at my own pace instead of having to please someone else. but at the same time, its nice to have someone you can work with so work will be done faster and you have some company. but not a problem, since im okay with the other staff working around, so i can still work and joke around with them. its nice to work in a place where people actually acknowledge despite the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby is on OT today. i miss him but i know its for our future :) happy that he's taking things seriously and i know my future with him will be safe. thanks hunn. but usually when M visits me, its nice to be in baby's arm. he know how to make me comfortable when im in such a pain. the more im missing you b :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-1760922293518033378?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/1760922293518033378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=1760922293518033378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1760922293518033378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1760922293518033378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/07/m.html' title='M'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-5149290989314460670</id><published>2010-07-07T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:45:33.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why god, why?</title><content type='html'>Life's unfair. And i think everyone will agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why unfair if you ask me? let me tell you and draw out the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. im stuck in a job that i NEVER picture myself working in and i definitely dont want to make it into a career. i know i deserve a better job. but i've been unemployed for far too long that i dont have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i wanna continue studying, take my degree. its a goal and a dream. but im nt rich enough to be able to pay the freaking fee MDIS is asking for. which means i have to take a loan which i havent check out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. mom's condition is getting worse by the day. it affects everything. cause quarrels btw family members, money issue and many more. its like a circle, that can never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i need a holiday trip, to get away. but with all these shits happening, i guess life is really unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-5149290989314460670?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5149290989314460670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=5149290989314460670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/5149290989314460670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/5149290989314460670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-god-why.html' title='why god, why?'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-5359513071054210581</id><published>2010-04-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:26:39.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rusty.</title><content type='html'>okay, seriously i should just close down this blog anytime soon. i hardly update and if i do, its nothing important at all. and i doubt even a single soul reads this shit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; typing. anyway the truth is, there's nothing to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; typing this, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt; with b at the same time. its a mistake to stay home today, i really miss him. god he makes me laugh all the time and that hug, its so comforting. happy to be me. anyway, just few days back, we turn 18 months, in other words, a year and half. its been that long, long enough for me to call it long since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; never had this kind of long rs. we even went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jurong&lt;/span&gt; Bird Park recently, we brought food along so we even picnic there. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HEH&lt;/span&gt;! it was fun except for the fact that both of us were in jeans, i know, wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random, but i just finish reading The Last Song book. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goshh&lt;/span&gt; i cried when the father pass away and Will (the bf) came to see her in the church. cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt;, tears literally roll down my cheek. gees. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; weak. cant wait to watch the movie. but i must say its not that heartbreaking compared to Dear John (SUCK, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to get married to the girl, girl cheat for another ass, father pass away) and hopefully they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; change the storyline in the movie like they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it must have been a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mnths&lt;/span&gt; since i leave sch? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still freaking jobless. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask why. so far i only went for 2 interviews and i guess you know the outcome too. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; still hoping and spamming companies with my resumes. suddenly because of all this, i really hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; will give me a chance to sch with them :( i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have 2 goals that i really wanna complete before i turn 22 years old;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a car license (didnt mention anything about getting a car YET)&lt;br /&gt;2. Have at least 10k in the bank (dont laugh, i swear i will smack you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will stop now. waiting for b to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-5359513071054210581?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5359513071054210581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=5359513071054210581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/5359513071054210581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/5359513071054210581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/04/rusty.html' title='rusty.'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-4692718938209948782</id><published>2010-03-30T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:47:50.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>still jobless.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-4692718938209948782?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/4692718938209948782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=4692718938209948782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/4692718938209948782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/4692718938209948782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-6012754754002602155</id><published>2010-03-24T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:16:14.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it must have been a zillion years since i last update on my baby blog, but who cares really. my house is like a mini camp every single morning, by 9am sharp i have a MADAM who will shout her hearts out to wake me up -.- seriously, 9am. WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently im waiting for it to be 11.30am so that i can bath and get ready to meet baby. yayness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i've graduated with a sucky GPA, god knows what the hell im gonna do now. i think i send out like a million resumes (non get back to me YET), NIE will only get back to me on JUNE (yet again EPT test results not out YET) and no other uni in the world will accept me. im doom, for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so currently im not doing any part time job cos  i dont know. part time jobs like in retail shop? f&amp;amp;b? ewwww. NO WAY. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but theres this full time job that i send in and secretly hope i will get a job there, its like i dont know, the one job im intereted in. goshhh. but i think competition is crazyy down here in spore. i rather be in india in this rate, or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love youuu :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452032049689911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S6mCQ1nP3xI/AAAAAAAAB7c/TEb5juE88_8/s200/12032010549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452032067869921554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S6mCR5Vs0RI/AAAAAAAAB7s/0BFcPQy4wJM/s200/Photo0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452032057983992322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S6mCRUgtggI/AAAAAAAAB7k/z33y0HEHQJs/s200/Photo0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;soooo, i will just end here. guess this is a retard post, will update say in the next 5 months? outs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-6012754754002602155?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/6012754754002602155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=6012754754002602155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/6012754754002602155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/6012754754002602155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/03/graduated.html' title='Graduated?'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S6mCQ1nP3xI/AAAAAAAAB7c/TEb5juE88_8/s72-c/12032010549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-1116608795243608226</id><published>2010-03-06T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:37:16.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i beg.</title><content type='html'>never let go.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-1116608795243608226?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/1116608795243608226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=1116608795243608226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1116608795243608226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1116608795243608226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-beg.html' title='i beg.'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-5682191982206588941</id><published>2010-03-03T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:31:13.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried</title><content type='html'>there is so many things going thru my head. and im really worry. worry about almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school already ended. and graduation will be in may, thats if i pass. and im at home rotting my ass out. ive been job hunting since 3 plus just now. found a few and most need a f-ing degree with zillion of years experience. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost hope in NIE. like long time ago already. waiting for their letter to tell me which date is my EPT test. should be soon or mid of march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im broke and will die soon cause daddy not giving me money anymore. need a job badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-5682191982206588941?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5682191982206588941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=5682191982206588941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/5682191982206588941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/5682191982206588941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/03/worried.html' title='worried'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-6500711682447785637</id><published>2010-02-25T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:11:30.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT OVER!</title><content type='html'>finally. ITS TIME TO PARRRTYYYYYY :D WOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;but i will miss the beloved class of HA. hurhur. i will :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chemical Rush and The Stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZZlRanM0I/AAAAAAAAB7M/hGHOheHfJYY/s1600-h/20158_301181295877_619565877_3605861_6357361_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442135696588878658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZZlRanM0I/AAAAAAAAB7M/hGHOheHfJYY/s200/20158_301181295877_619565877_3605861_6357361_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Stones *missing: kest and brig :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442135691029134082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZZk8tEOwI/AAAAAAAAB7E/GiX_4V5Cu6g/s200/20158_301176855877_619565877_3605758_3564381_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Team Chemical Rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442136554874519170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZaXOx2voI/AAAAAAAAB7U/IsJyrjFh0Rk/s200/17448_290422787267_731107267_3252569_3009859_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZZklRWOCI/AAAAAAAAB68/4Fd3ZJQWMro/s1600-h/19744_294899077895_622112895_3681025_7800508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442135684738856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZZklRWOCI/AAAAAAAAB68/4Fd3ZJQWMro/s200/19744_294899077895_622112895_3681025_7800508_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-6500711682447785637?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/6500711682447785637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=6500711682447785637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/6500711682447785637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/6500711682447785637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-over.html' title='IT OVER!'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S4ZZlRanM0I/AAAAAAAAB7M/hGHOheHfJYY/s72-c/20158_301181295877_619565877_3605861_6357361_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-3066073758210051406</id><published>2010-02-17T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:36:37.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic!</title><content type='html'>exams are 5 days away and somehow i feel the need to panic? but im not sure. but what i am very sure about is decision science. i know shit and i dont want to repeat 6 months just for this fuck-up module. STRESS GILE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i know you will read about this. its only 2 hours since i last saw you andddd i miss you already. teehee :D cant wait for the sun to be up so i can meet you. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: dear john is good. when i read it, i can TOTALLY relate to the story. maybe its just because of the lead actor. haha :D bias much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-3066073758210051406?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/3066073758210051406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=3066073758210051406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/3066073758210051406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/3066073758210051406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/02/panic.html' title='panic!'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8206413.post-1509566894849135940</id><published>2010-02-14T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:38:45.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>\ + / = V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; valentines day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine was great :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438448214279922130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S3k_1jWDIdI/AAAAAAAAB6s/4HOoNRj68zw/s200/14022010518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more pictures at FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im sorry if i've hurt you, im sorry that i lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i promise it wouldnt happen again :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8206413-1509566894849135940?l=daleeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/feeds/1509566894849135940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8206413&amp;postID=1509566894849135940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1509566894849135940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8206413/posts/default/1509566894849135940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daleeya.blogspot.com/2010/02/v.html' title='\ + / = V'/><author><name>dalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980946618645695927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/STaelS5QWaI/AAAAAAAABrk/2hnh_9J0mGg/S220/10-07-08_1208.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FAGJSGfWw6E/S3k_1jWDIdI/AAAAAAAAB6s/4HOoNRj68zw/s72-c/14022010518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
