<?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-5381256098546305718</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:45:54.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIFY ME</title><subtitle type='html'>A Site for shopaholics, food lovers and adventurers :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-1383100071490611649</id><published>2011-04-11T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:12:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InSaint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;**dusting off my blog&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's has been ages that I didn't update my blog.Sorry guys I'm busy as a bee.As always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got exams cramming up this whole month schedule which really suffocates me. Gargh...i'm choking! This is too much for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I am lazy to write long sentences...I might just have to write what is going to happen in point forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)YES! they have extended our holidays for a WEEK but I haven't check the calender and make a date available for me and Mr.Casper to have a 'date'.A day all to ourselves. Just this once~pleaseeeeeeeeeeee. We have lots and lots of catching up to do.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Tests and Finals Exams...What's the difference...They're still tests...all in this month which drives me crazy. I have to study**cries** even though I don't feel like studying in order to just PASS all the test. As long that there's no paper to repeat, my pointer is higher than 3 and then as long as I get to keep my scholarship-I will be enough than FINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) 3 idiots! What a good movie.It taught me that attitude determines your attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) You, see...4 is an unlucky number.I am sad because I'm gaining weight!(I don't know whether this is a bad news or a good one)P/s:I can't even see my ears when I smile *jk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)I feel attached to cars that I want to invent something that is related to cars. Heh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting older by a year, means gaining new experiences and meet tough challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So buckle up tight girl! you've got a long way ahead of you. Go straight and never look back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-1383100071490611649?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1383100071490611649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=1383100071490611649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/1383100071490611649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/1383100071490611649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2011/04/insaint.html' title='InSaint?'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-5827517259935531200</id><published>2010-09-30T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:57:53.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion.A Strong Statement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Fashion has evolved on its own with era. Just to name a few, we have Victorian era, The Romans, Renaissance era and so on. The society during those times dressed accordingly to the trend at that time. Their respective trend makes it easy for us to distinguish what era they belong to. For example, The Victorian women would wear corsets during those days to give them a slight S-curve silhouette. Therefore, we can say that fashion is a way of one conveying their true identity and could represent the society as a whole-a statement. It can tell whether the society is civilised or not, their background or a person’s mood because dressing up requires us to play with colours which has influence on one’s personality! So, it’s true that fashion does speak for themselves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;What can be observed today is that some teenagers dressed up as Goth, prep, punk or even skaters to signal to the society of which peers do they belong to and to create attention. Teenagers could also show their rebellion by wearing shirts which has witty statement on them. In our country, the different races have their own traditional costumes, which are likely to be worn during festivals and Independence Day. The “Baju kurung” for example, could be worn by other races apart from the Malays and this shows that the races exist in Malaysia can put aside their differences, irrespective of their religion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;However, fashion is not related to teenagers only. It is also for all walks of life. People who are involved in the business sector are always associated with formal clothing whereby some people have to wear uniform to work such as policemen. Toddlers are also being dressed up to date by their parents even though they are unaware of the latest issue in fashion. What is worn by the toddlers reflects the responsibility of the parents on their child. It is not a surprise too if pets are also being dressed up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Yes, back then the society used to relate fashion with women. In this 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century, the word metro sexual exists giving men an opportunity to style themselves up. Before this, men are known to have simple taste on clothes and are not suitable to pamper themselves. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The same situation when it comes to work and study. Women are becoming more competitive these days that they could be equal with the men.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Fashion also has the ability to accentuate one’s figure, minimising flaws, and give us the image of either professionalism or slovenliness. FYI, We live in a world where how we dress says so much about us and our aptitudes. You might be damn smart, but if you dress like a slob, you won’t land a job that goes with knowledge. Remember that! : P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Fashion victims are also more likely to dress up, following the trends so that they could be accepted in the society. Racism is not only about gender or race. You can count in fashion and looks as well. You’ll dress well, you’ll be treated well. The pricey the piece of clothing that you wear, the more valuable you are in the society.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Fashions come and go. How a trend appears and disappears is something which cannot be explained. I believe, there must be a trendsetter which is responsible for each wave of fashion. For example, during the 1950’s teenagers worldwide would dress like Elvis Presley and the same phenomenon happened when Michael Jackson appeared in the music industry. The boys especially, would go gaga over the jacket and pants that Michael Jackson wore in his Thriller video. Thus, we can say that celebrities are the major cause of this pandemic widespread. Secondly, magazines, advertisement, television, movies and fashion blogs also contribute to this factor. Ever heard of America Next Top Model, Project Runway, Sex and the city, Gossip girl or even Ugly Betty? I bet you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;All in all, Fashion is a statement. It sends the message that you care for yourself, that you are updated, most importantly, is that you are presentable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;p/s:just ignore any of my grammar mistakes... :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-5827517259935531200?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/5827517259935531200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=5827517259935531200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/5827517259935531200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/5827517259935531200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/09/fashiona-strong-statement.html' title='Fashion.A Strong Statement.'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-2018845943958485854</id><published>2010-09-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T09:34:53.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wrath of con</title><content type='html'>Seriously...that gossip has to stop..I mean, of all people, why do you have to be so so so jealous of me??? I have nothing special compared to you... FIRST of ALL..I don't have the looks that you have.You should be thankful. SECONDLY, YOUR FAMILY ARE THERE WHEN YOU HAVE SOMETHING THAT BOTHERS YOU...I don't-I have to wait for the right time. THIRDLY, YOU CAN ASK FOR MONEY THAT EASY.again, I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE RIGHT TIME...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Friends wont stab you behind your back...ONCE THEY DO...DON'T EVER LOOK BACK AND TRY TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH THEM.THAT's WHAT I"M ABOUT TO DO NOW....I don't CARE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-2018845943958485854?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2018845943958485854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=2018845943958485854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/2018845943958485854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/2018845943958485854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/09/wrath-of-con.html' title='The wrath of con'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-2606582438294213753</id><published>2010-08-22T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:09:36.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks or so...</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to cross out the days one by one until I come to the day when I would get out of HERE.' HERE'; is not my home....there's no way i'm going to stay HERE too long....HERE; is not safe for me. Except Miri. &lt;br /&gt;    Come to think of it.I have been living in Kuching for 4 years. Then I moved to Miri for 1 year plus.Then I moved to Bintulu for 1 year plus, then to Liverpool for almost 3 years then back to Kuching again for only a couple of months then finally we decided to reside in Miri. Currently, I'm in kuching; studying. (do the math yourself).&lt;br /&gt;    I chose Miri over Kuching because I remembered there were lots of painful memories here and the happy ones have only started to blossom 3 years back (in Miri of course).&lt;br /&gt;    Maybe you would oppose me.So what. I don't care.I have my own other reasons to stand with my choice. I will stay in Miri till the day if it's going to sink in the future.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-2606582438294213753?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2606582438294213753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=2606582438294213753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/2606582438294213753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/2606582438294213753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-more-weeks-or-so.html' title='2 more weeks or so...'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-3980019978041986722</id><published>2010-08-21T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:29:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1001 places to see before I die ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TG_ilYlFj2I/AAAAAAAAADk/wb0VackXOsM/s1600/Mecca+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TG_ilYlFj2I/AAAAAAAAADk/wb0VackXOsM/s320/Mecca+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507870001178447714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TG_ilNh-lQI/AAAAAAAAADc/YzqIZmnNsWE/s1600/Mecca"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TG_ilNh-lQI/AAAAAAAAADc/YzqIZmnNsWE/s320/Mecca" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507869998212617474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yes. Definitely this place. There is so much history to this. The heart of my religion. The history where I want to reminisce everything From the first born of the human race; Adam (the first prophet) and Hawa then moving on to the generation nowadays. In the first place, to me Islam is about knowing yourself. There is so much history in the Quran that we can read and learn from the past. Those words in the Quran is so beautiful and divine which can bring peace if one recites it. After all, it is a word from ALLAH. A 'token' to guide oneself from eternal damnation. Islam is also a peaceful religion and being here, brings me much closer to my creator. However, we MUST know that we have to get closer to HIM each day everywhere we go and each time that we spend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-3980019978041986722?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3980019978041986722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=3980019978041986722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/3980019978041986722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/3980019978041986722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/1001-places-to-see-before-i-die.html' title='1001 places to see before I die ???'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TG_ilYlFj2I/AAAAAAAAADk/wb0VackXOsM/s72-c/Mecca+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-2991513445874085035</id><published>2010-08-21T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T06:59:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Love</title><content type='html'>I am not in the mood to talk so I write. :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Recently, I'm Head over heels with this Malay drama ( I don't watch Malay Drama or Movies but when I do, it's cause it is good). It is called Adamaya . Its about a forced marriage and how the   'husband' is very very very patient enough with his wife although she cheated on him, how he tried to protect his marriage that has gone over the rock and ready to tumble down in just a matter of time. Enough said.The character that the actor portrays as a husband is what I'm looking for.  I wouldn't take advantage of his character IF I were to marry that type of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not desperate, I've got no time to search for a man.I'm a studious person and there's no way I'm going to get involve in any relationship. Why bother? hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more words to say. Just watch the drama, then you'll know what i'm talking about. I wouldn't recommend you to watch if the drama isn't good.This is the second Malay drama I've watched so far.Movies,...just once! I wonder why Malay dramas' are better than their movies'??? you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-2991513445874085035?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/2991513445874085035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=2991513445874085035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/2991513445874085035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/2991513445874085035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/adams-love.html' title='Adam&apos;s Love'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-3660594627310901071</id><published>2010-08-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:30:12.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble is a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rules are meant to be broken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are not perfect enough to criticize and judge how people ought to dress like, to act like, and to voice out their opinions. We are not even closer to being a saint. We might be contented with all the rules all this while and eventually will break it once we got so tired of it . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then along comes mistakes that will stain our life.'Stains' will be permanent.. no matter how big is its size and how dark it is. However, as the time flies by,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We will learn from our mistake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we learn from our mistakes, we will try to sort things out to where they belong and try to be a better person each day through practice because;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Practice makes perfect....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BUT.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember citizens, humans are not perfect...and they will always break the rules. After they make mistake, they will try their best to become perfect..once they are tired of trying to become a perfectionist, they will break the rules again ...and this cycle will repeat itself until the day that one’s light is flipped off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Therefore, the hypothesis can be accepted; P Correct me if i'm wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-3660594627310901071?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3660594627310901071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=3660594627310901071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/3660594627310901071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/3660594627310901071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/trouble-is-friend.html' title='Trouble is a friend'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-630286323294350271</id><published>2010-08-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:44:44.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X and Y chromosome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rumour can cause a friendship tie to snap .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGj51xsVFqI/AAAAAAAAADU/rEX2vfTTVsU/s320/fight" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505925246728083106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when a girl and a boy walk together, people will automatically think they are an item no matter how they deny it and the truth is; they are just friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously people, lovebirds will declare their love relationships when they are ready..no need to make a big fuss out of it. Don't you have your own business to mind?no need to stigmatize the truth which is so crystal clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I-am-so-fucking-irritated-with-your-stupid-assumption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-630286323294350271?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/630286323294350271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=630286323294350271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/630286323294350271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/630286323294350271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/x-and-y-chromosome.html' title='X and Y chromosome...'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGj51xsVFqI/AAAAAAAAADU/rEX2vfTTVsU/s72-c/fight' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-3641660353279336742</id><published>2010-08-15T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:23:57.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE.rawr.rawr.rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGi7G9a7KqI/AAAAAAAAADM/71O1cZUxKnc/s1600/to+blog+or+not+to+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGi7G9a7KqI/AAAAAAAAADM/71O1cZUxKnc/s320/to+blog+or+not+to+blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505856272701532834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fear me subjects...! apart from 'spamming ' peoples' homepage with my annoying wall post at facebook, now I'm addicted with updating my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless if you pay me at a high price to stop blogging...then I will :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5381256098546305718-3641660353279336742?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/3641660353279336742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=3641660353279336742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/3641660353279336742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/3641660353279336742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/bewarerawrrawrrawr.html' title='BEWARE.rawr.rawr.rawr.'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGi7G9a7KqI/AAAAAAAAADM/71O1cZUxKnc/s72-c/to+blog+or+not+to+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-9167092849022280015</id><published>2010-08-15T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:01:59.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When did your heart go missing??</title><content type='html'>My heart thumped hard against the wall of my chest ...which had woken me up from my sleep this morning. It felt like as if I was falling in love with someone for the first time, fear+anxiety+passionate+happy were the words which I could use to describe. There was more to that. I am 100% sure I was not having a nightmare. It was one of the sweetest dream that I have dreamt so far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I was standing at a field with tall grasses about the same height as my shoulders around me(very tall grasses indeed..it's like stuck inside a maze).The sun was there but it was not hot.Instead, it was breezing. There was this couple..chasing ,laughing and teasing each other at a nearby hill. Eventually, they came across me and passed me by;still holding hands unaware of my presence. Then, this guy offered the girl a piggy ride and I watched them till they were out of my sight. I turned around and shook my head(walking the other way), however deep down I was a little bit envy but I was happy to see that they are able to enjoy each other company so much until I could felt their passion;the love they shared between both of them even when I had opened my eyes. It took me 10 minutes to regulate my heartbeat back to its normal rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know it has some message to convey but I'll just wait and see what ALLAH has to offer me...I wish that HE would 'give my heart back' (the strength) so I could love someone. That guy is near but I'm waiting for that guy to make a move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-9167092849022280015?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/9167092849022280015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=9167092849022280015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/9167092849022280015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/9167092849022280015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-did-your-heart-go-missing.html' title='When did your heart go missing??'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-1583384556583304788</id><published>2010-08-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:13:26.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hail Sunday...or oh hell Sunday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGd3BstbVII/AAAAAAAAAC0/22APwvqqZMA/s1600/WeHateSundays_Banner_720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGd3BstbVII/AAAAAAAAAC0/22APwvqqZMA/s320/WeHateSundays_Banner_720.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505499940548990082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is Sunday...I hate Sundays.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:54.0pt;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything is closed early on Sunday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:54.0pt;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know i’ll be waking up early tomorrow &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and sleep early at night&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:54.0pt;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next day is Monday.....the start of Lecture week!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left:54.0pt;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Automatically..I will be lazy..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have ingrained these for years. I should think positive about this day, no?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s even a song for this...Manic Monday...but the singer wished that it was Sunday. I guess &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Manic Sunday will never work.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-1583384556583304788?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1583384556583304788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=1583384556583304788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/1583384556583304788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/1583384556583304788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-hail-sundayor-oh-hell-sunday.html' title='oh hail Sunday...or oh hell Sunday?'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAYEhZnBXa0/TGd3BstbVII/AAAAAAAAAC0/22APwvqqZMA/s72-c/WeHateSundays_Banner_720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381256098546305718.post-1975405578355653491</id><published>2010-08-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:34:59.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It MARs or Venus??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;My nickname is Mar. No. I don’t come from planet Venus, but I got kicked to planet Mars. Maybe that explains why most of my life, I had spent a lot of time hanging around boys. During my primary years, I had been a tomboy and I was into skateboarding. What my boyfriends did, I did. (But some things it’s just out of my boundary. You think for yourself). At those years I keep on whining why I came into this world as a girl. The thought that girls have to undergo period, pregnancy, high chances of getting dump in relationships -really makes me shudder in the first place. However, things have changed. I believed it was for the good.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="tab-stops:right 451.3pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                                                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Now, the urge for me to find a guy for a companion is there no matter where I am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Hence, I have the chance to observe them; their body language, how they study, what kind of pranks they enjoy the most and etc. They are funny and no doubt they think the same thing about what we are to them. They don’t fail to cheer us up because of their high sense of humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt; that’s why I enjoy being around with these lot. No offense girls. Chill. They are good talking about crappy things without even saying ‘euw’ in the end, weirdness in their own way, and the ability to make a girl’s heart melt just makes me feel comfortable. I always wanted a big brother anyway because I think it’s cool. =.=!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I still fail to know one thing. That is, their commitment regarding love relationships. Hahah. What lies in their minds maybe are different from what lies at the bottom of their heart. I’d say the heart is the route of all evil. To make things safe, I’m avoiding myself to fall in love. My heart did got broken over a guy. I loved him so much but pity, religion is our main barrier and we have big responsibility to fulfil to make our parents proud at that time. That is when I started to curse all the boys. They are cruel and come from stupid ‘factories’. Now I realised that it was harsh for me to use the word ‘factories’. ‘Factories’ are our mother’s womb for god sake! A womb which I will bear my own child one day. Maybe I acted too childish. Still, we remain best of friends. It took me one year over to recover and accepting the fact to live without him. Hey, I still want to have someone to share my whole life with. So, I had moved on. I am not saying this just to say boys are evil. I would not say the same thing about my dad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;That was three years ago. I was 16 and it is OBSOLETE now. The nightmare had thought me everything, knowing the people all around me and made me become wiser. I know there are still good boys and men out there who look out for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Here I am.. justifying everything that is unclear to me before. Very funny mar.very funny.......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Regards from sojourn of planet Mars ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381256098546305718-1975405578355653491?l=becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/feeds/1975405578355653491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381256098546305718&amp;postID=1975405578355653491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/1975405578355653491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381256098546305718/posts/default/1975405578355653491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseiloveit-diana.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-it-mars-or-venus.html' title='Is It MARs or Venus??'/><author><name>DianaD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047251700521253997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCbiViuSYQo/TaMdh8dX0UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/e4iyntqaIwE/s220/boating%2Btime.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
