<?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-35484214</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:09:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gamblinglifeaway</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35484214.post-5680547514067862309</id><published>2007-03-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:41:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you said you'd do anything for me,&lt;br /&gt;you said all the words i say mean everything to you..&lt;br /&gt;you told me we'd be good as friends&lt;br /&gt;now you did the one thing i told you not to do...&lt;br /&gt;you fell in love with me. you shouldnt have. you shouldnt have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-5680547514067862309?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/5680547514067862309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=5680547514067862309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/5680547514067862309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/5680547514067862309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-said-youd-do-anything-for-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-117146786960210967</id><published>2007-02-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:44:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence and there is no remedy for love but to love more and uniquely friendship is therefore the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love. walk away... and i will remain stagnant....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-117146786960210967?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/117146786960210967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=117146786960210967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/117146786960210967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/117146786960210967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-pretend-to-love-which-you-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-117007692703646805</id><published>2007-01-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:22:07.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>call me what you like sweetie... diss me, insult me, hurt me... but no matter what..at the end of day, im the one who will still love u each day.. im the one who listens to u and im the one who gives u the shoulder for u to cry on... ur still a drug to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-117007692703646805?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/117007692703646805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=117007692703646805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/117007692703646805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/117007692703646805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2007/01/call-me-what-you-like-sweetie.html' title=''/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116928677229219157</id><published>2007-01-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:52:52.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is not two people gazing at each other, its about the same two people looking outward in the same direction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116928677229219157?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116928677229219157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116928677229219157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116928677229219157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116928677229219157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-is-not-two-people-gazing-at-each.html' title=''/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116644160955136829</id><published>2006-12-18T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:35:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference Between Men and Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Element name: WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Symbol: WO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Atomic weight: 'Don't even go there'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Physical properties: Generally round in form. Boils at nothing and may freeze at any time. Melts whenever treated properly. Very bitter if not used well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemical properties: Very active. Highly unstable. Possesses strong affinity to gold, silver, platinum,and precious gemstones. Violent when left alone. Able to` absorb great amounts of exotic food. Turns slightly green when placed next to a better specimen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Usage: Highly ornamental. An extremely good catalyst for dispersion of wealth. Probably the most powerful income reducing agent known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Caution: Highly explosive in inexperienced hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Element name: MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Symbol: XY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Atomic weight: (180 +/- 50). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Physical properties: Solid at room temperature. Gets bent out of shape easily. Fairly dense and sometimes flaky. Difficult to find a pure sample. Due to age and rust, older samples are unable to conduct electricity as well as younger samples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemical properties: Attempts to bond with WO any chance it can get. Also tends to form strong bonds with itself. Becomes explosive when mixed with Kd (child) for prolonged periods of time. Can be neutralised by saturating with alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Usage: None known. Possibly good methane source. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Caution: In the absence of WO, this element rapidly decomposes and begins to smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116644160955136829?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116644160955136829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116644160955136829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116644160955136829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116644160955136829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/12/difference-between-men-and-women.html' title='Difference Between Men and Women'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116635935615784448</id><published>2006-12-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:42:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;16 days turned into insomnia&lt;br /&gt;2 people with apparent amnesia&lt;br /&gt;1 heart weaker than the other&lt;br /&gt;1 soul visualizing torture with laughter&lt;br /&gt;5 times he went and begged for her&lt;br /&gt;10 times she told him its over&lt;br /&gt;4 friends supported him throughout his agony&lt;br /&gt;1 friend thought it was ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;30 people have listened to his story&lt;br /&gt;but to him his life has no more glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116635935615784448?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116635935615784448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116635935615784448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116635935615784448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116635935615784448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/12/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116460377794675968</id><published>2006-11-27T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:16:31.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lonely is a state of mind, lonesome is a state of the heart because lonely is what you address yourself and lonesome is what you exert. Loneliness is from the body that can be overcome with company but lonesomeness is from the soul which desperately finds ways to link with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116460377794675968?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116460377794675968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116460377794675968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116460377794675968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116460377794675968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/11/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116428501080748783</id><published>2006-11-23T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:40:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover's Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am in the wilderness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are in the music...in the man's car next to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere in my sadness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i won't fall apart.. completely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I need to be rescued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I need a place to swim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a rock to cling to in the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when no one can hear me calling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have you i can sing to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in all this....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in all my life.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the lover's rock..the rock that i cling to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one, the one i swim to in a storm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...like a lover's rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was listening to Sade yesterday after so long and suddenly I realized I had this song in my com. listened to it and it gradually dragged me down emotionally. &lt;strong&gt;Reminiscences. Recollections. Memoirs&lt;/strong&gt;. God, its been a while eh? Like a few months? It still hurts. And im left here , isolated in my shadowy tiny booth where most of the time the only audience of my tragedy are the walls of this room, who hear and see me scream, cry and fall to the ground powerlessly. Listening to Lovers Rock made me think of the times where we would just lay back and converse while gazing at each other in the eye, and just smile at each other. Those were the times when the only thing in my head was how much I love her and how perfect she is to me. Those were the times where I could see pure, untainted love and devotion in her eyes. And jus like the sunny days in june all of it just went away. my pure devotion wasnt even given a chance to fade, exactly like how the weather is, my weather changed drastically in a single day. From sunny to rainy, from bright to dark, from joy to gloominess. With the lines of Sinatra which said &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats life. Thats what all the people say. Youre ridin high in April, shot down in May.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I lost my belief to the following lines of his song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know Im gonna change that tune, When I'm back on top, back on top in June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We were taught by &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt; that, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU LEARN TO LIVE AND YOU LIVE TO LEARN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i say, TOTAL BULLSHIT. you know why? because somehow along the long road way of life, when some how u deeply fall in love, u will decide that u dont wanna move on. U dont wanna find out and learn. U dont wanna discover and all u want is to go back to the past. so when this happens, I guess that means that theres no point in living at all, can there?now tell me, can I be more correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116428501080748783?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116428501080748783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116428501080748783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116428501080748783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116428501080748783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/11/lovers-rock.html' title='Lover&apos;s Rock'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116411804181043612</id><published>2006-11-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:07:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even Adolf Hitler gave the world a reason to kill.... why cant YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116411804181043612?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35484214.post-116349157004716813</id><published>2006-11-14T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:06:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;u dont seem to appear anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;only in my hallucinations i can find u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i seek the perpetual bliss of this ecstatic numbness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i crave the tranqulity of my physical form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;imagine a world without worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;where everythings a blurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;this feeling is wearing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i can stay smacked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;reality hurts reality kills us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;reality is virtual yet its only a ritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;escaping from it seems to be the best way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;reality doesnt exist anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;to those who cant cope with it, cant hope with reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i need u. i want u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;let me escape. let me befriend u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;u illuminate my vision and u set my mind alight....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;my heart wishes to end it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;but my pride wants me to stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes the cut feels so brutal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the pain comes from a love thats immortal&lt;br /&gt;im in another dimension right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116349157004716813?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35484214.post-116299295485985233</id><published>2006-11-08T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:35:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/29888508144959l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/320/29888508144959l.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;turn on or TURN OFF? u decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116299295485985233?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116299295485985233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116299295485985233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116299295485985233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116299295485985233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/11/photo-of-day.html' title='Photo of the day'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116272780222018201</id><published>2006-11-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:40:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky. Must read. Till the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was going thru a couple of ppls blog and somehow ended up at Galvin's. Took this from his blog. hope he doesnt mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) New York City has 11 letters&lt;br /&gt;2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;4) George W Bush has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;5) The two twin towers make an 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) New York is the 11th state.&lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.&lt;br /&gt;3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11&lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as itis now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11&lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. &gt;2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year.&lt;br /&gt;Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004.&lt;br /&gt;3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.&lt;br /&gt;Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now this is where things get totally eerie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars &amp;amp; Stripes, is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open Microsoft Word and do the following (TRY THIS FOR REAL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Highlight the Q33 NY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Change the font size to 48.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;hmmm... i have nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116272780222018201?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116272780222018201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116272780222018201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116272780222018201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116272780222018201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/11/freaky-must-read-till-end.html' title='Freaky. Must read. Till the end.'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116230781548274778</id><published>2006-10-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:03:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotiman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/64716919_bfcaaf36c8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/320/64716919_bfcaaf36c8_o.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i was thinking about how i met her last night and..... ahh forget it. i was also thinking about my childhood where i tried to connect pieces of memory and tried to recall bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that many people dont talk about their childhood is their ROTIMAN!! how can u forget him? he made my life happy once upon a time and many other kids too im sure. the Rotiman @ cempaka was the bomb. he was a really old indian man with a kind heart. we would bully him and the older kids would steal Super Rings hahaha.. poor guy try chasing the kids here n there but he was too tired. man i miss Mamee Monster and Super Rings and CHOKI!! (was it?) haha. i remember when we causing too much havoc he would threaten us by telling teacher hahaha.. but when we reach form1 he was the same guy who gave me cigarettes haha.. ironic isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116230781548274778?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116230781548274778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116230781548274778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116230781548274778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116230781548274778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/rotiman.html' title='Rotiman!'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116222506861613309</id><published>2006-10-31T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:17:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are a rempit when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;1. You have less than RM5 in your wallet&lt;br /&gt;2. You think you have a job&lt;br /&gt;3. Your idea of biker wear is jeans, t-shirt and&lt;br /&gt;japanese slippers&lt;br /&gt;4. You think you are superman&lt;br /&gt;5. You think helmets are used during rain to cover&lt;br /&gt;your head from getting wet&lt;br /&gt;6. You have tons of biker friends that speak a&lt;br /&gt;language that only you understand&lt;br /&gt;7. You think your bike is the most powerfull bike&lt;br /&gt;in the world&lt;br /&gt;8. Your soon to be girlfriend would have at&lt;br /&gt;leastslept with 7 of your friends&lt;br /&gt;9. Your current girlfriend is sleeping with 4 of&lt;br /&gt;your friends&lt;br /&gt;10. You bet your girlfriend during races cause you&lt;br /&gt;only have RM1 for the tarik later&lt;br /&gt;11. You can maintain a cup of teh tarik for a&lt;br /&gt;minimum of 4 hrs before you order another&lt;br /&gt;12. You only need RM10 for the weekend (RM5 for&lt;br /&gt;petrol and RM5 for bfast, lunch and dinner)&lt;br /&gt;13. You dont know how to interpret traffic signs&lt;br /&gt;14. You cant understand the traffic light colours&lt;br /&gt;and the meaning&lt;br /&gt;15. You dont know how to use your turn signal&lt;br /&gt;indicator&lt;br /&gt;16. You think you are smart&lt;br /&gt;17. You loiter with your friends outside some&lt;br /&gt;clubs (cant go in cos money)&lt;br /&gt;18. You shop at the bundle store&lt;br /&gt;19. You love to loiter around any kinda entrance&lt;br /&gt;20. You sit in the mencangkung position while&lt;br /&gt;loitering&lt;br /&gt;21. Your gf=A1=A6s panties stick out while they&lt;br /&gt;are riding pillion&lt;br /&gt;22. You share a pack of cigarette and a can of&lt;br /&gt;Coke with 35 of your friends&lt;br /&gt;23. Your gf would leave you for a 4 wheeler&lt;br /&gt;anytime&lt;br /&gt;24. You are ugly and dumb&lt;br /&gt;25. You have a ekor hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;26. You only know how to ride a bike (cant afford&lt;br /&gt;the car)&lt;br /&gt;27. You wear a cheap metal bracelet&lt;br /&gt;28. You go to gigs and later have an orgy with&lt;br /&gt;your friends&lt;br /&gt;29. Your orgy involves 30 rempits and your gf (in&lt;br /&gt;some abandoned building)&lt;br /&gt;30. You run when you see Edisi Siasat crew&lt;br /&gt;31. Your gf aborts her baby in the toilet once in&lt;br /&gt;awhile&lt;br /&gt;32. Your bike is much more expensive than your&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;br /&gt;33. You live in a 3 room terrace house with 15&lt;br /&gt;other guys&lt;br /&gt;34. You like to sit in the RM1 per song karoke&lt;br /&gt;booths and sing&lt;br /&gt;35. You rather spend money on your bike than to&lt;br /&gt;buy your gf a bra from the pasar malam&lt;br /&gt;36. You are pissed that the rokok batangs are&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to be found anymore&lt;br /&gt;37. You cant afford to smoke Dunhill&lt;br /&gt;38. You are pissed with this article &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116222506861613309?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116222506861613309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116222506861613309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116222506861613309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116222506861613309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-rempit-when.html' title='you are a rempit when...'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116219542311747857</id><published>2006-10-30T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:03:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;a little update on last week's happening. &lt;strong&gt;Joel Lim&lt;/strong&gt; has increased his current big2 winnings automatically increasing his gap between second leading winner &lt;strong&gt;Chris Chow&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; Victor&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Ali&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yan Wei &lt;/strong&gt;and myself are still at the losing side with my loss are amounting to about rm400+ damn! hahahaha it sounds like a Soccernet update rite? sorryla im bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a less serious note, last week's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halloween party @ Maison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was just average compared to my celebration last year at &lt;strong&gt;Zouk Mainroom&lt;/strong&gt;. this year somehow no one has that Halloween dress up thingie going on anymore. of course there was one or two still enthusiastic - &lt;strong&gt;Sammo&lt;/strong&gt; (schoolgirl),&lt;strong&gt; Sonia&lt;/strong&gt; (bunny), &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt; (something gothic), &lt;strong&gt;Ivin&lt;/strong&gt; (devil), &lt;strong&gt;Su Lin&lt;/strong&gt; (witch). very typical. nothing special. no offense to those who did try to dress up. im comparing the night too much with last year's party. dressing and costume aside, the party itself was great. the crowd. our table. there was easily 30 of us hooligans sharing 4 tables - Rileys + Breakers + AC foosers reunite. yeah mostly foosers but there were a few others also like &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;John&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mingo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ali&lt;/strong&gt; (who claims he's a fooser hahaha). dammit i lost count seriously there were so many people. oh and also not to mention the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breakers Teasers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =) . highlight of the night is probably that stupid flip coin - drinking game. hahaha the Dewars really got us that nite. mingo aka mingshen was first to go down, later on joined by ...... errr wait no one else really died that nite. surprisingly, &lt;strong&gt;ali &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;joel&lt;/strong&gt; was still standing. not bad not bad.&lt;br /&gt;had enough partying for this week. exam begins on monday. wish me luck! =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116219542311747857?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116219542311747857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116219542311747857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116219542311747857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116219542311747857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/house.html' title='the house'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116218059387794994</id><published>2006-10-30T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:56:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/37328187026589l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/320/37328187026589l.0.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;mingo aka mingshen @ Maison, Halloween 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116218059387794994?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116218059387794994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116218059387794994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116218059387794994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116218059387794994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-of-day_30.html' title='photo of the day'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116071554754705829</id><published>2006-10-13T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:59:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cigarettes and coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sleeping for about 5 hours in two days sorta had a sideeffect on me. im so much more short tempered and jus get annoyed easily. just about an hour ago on the way back 2 cyber passed by HELP after droppin Vic home this asshole showed me the finger for honking at him. wanted to smash his face but instead wound down the window and cursed him quite badly. could see his face got fuckin scared hahaha.. shit i miss them days where these kinda things would happen all the time.. the days where i felt invincible. now all i feel is weakness. seems like ive lost everything. the patience. the heart to give in. the sense of priority. its as if ive changed so much, some people said. i dont know. maybe. well actually most probably. thats life. and thats me. and i need more coffee and cigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116071554754705829?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116071554754705829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116071554754705829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116071554754705829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116071554754705829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/cigarettes-and-coffee.html' title='cigarettes and coffee'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116050177142911914</id><published>2006-10-11T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:40:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thought it'd be a typical monday yesterday, (sleep+foos) but suddenly we(myself, Joel, Jane, Ali and Kah Wah) all decided to go over to Adil's house in Ampang instead. When we arrived I saw Siva's car there. Never thought he was gonna be there but anyways didnt get to see him the whole night (probably chilling with Omar - Adil's brother). Anyways Adil bought the new version of ps2 and we played needforspeed most wanted and the world series of poker game haha kinda fun. that game is actually very very very addictive. cant believe we can actually get addicted to gambling "fake" money hahaha. soon after, Jane's sister came over. oh my god they look damn same. well not reli same as in features, but somewhow they do and they talk and act really same. shes older though. i think about 25. we had late supper, Ali, Jane and i went to buy food frm Nailis or something like that. its somewhere near ampang point(quite near to Adil's house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out we actually saw U-Bond coming inside Adil's house but didnt manage to chill with him cos probably he was also with Siva and Omar. anyways i would recommend u guys to eat at Nailis(i think thats wat its called.. cant remember) their deco is reli damn nice and relaxing a bit of the beach kinda look hmm interesting.. food wise? not too bad.. local food, with some pasta and pizza and western. i tink they have chinese too. price is reasonable and service is quick. try it if ur looking for sumthin new instead of hartamas square and uncle don!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i also learned a new style of foosball - 2 ball rollerball!! shit this game is really fucked up. u cant stop the two balls unless uve scored a goal or keep playing until u scored 2 points. hahaha well Jane and Adil really tapowed me and Kah Wah about 12-0 then we exchanged partners, me and Adil, Jane and Kah Wah. managed to win them 5-3 this time haha .. i tink its probably because of me that we lost so badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foosball foosball foosball. getting bored of it. anyone has a new game in mind to intro to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116050177142911914?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116050177142911914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116050177142911914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116050177142911914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116050177142911914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/thought-itd-be-typical-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116046055569679452</id><published>2006-10-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:38:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/z56127931.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/320/z56127931.0.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ali : murdered&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/35484214-116046055569679452?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116046055569679452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116046055569679452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116046055569679452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116046055569679452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/photo-of-day.html' title='photo of the day'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116029873868169774</id><published>2006-10-08T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:12:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how it feels to get wacked by vinnie jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;first of all, HELP's Closed Foosball Competition at Breakers ran pretty smoothly except for the fact that formats of was abit weird la. but other than that it was good jus one more fuckedup thing happened was that we got 3rd place instead of 2nd because of JOEL&amp;EELIN who lost to those guys. well it was a round robin so thats y that happened.&lt;br /&gt;anyways at about 10 i arrived at sehen's party (@ praveen's hse wtf) with E, John and Ming. crowd was pretty average at first. good food,drinks and had good laughs. then ppl started becoming mental. ali got thrown into the pool, sandwiched. same shit happened 2 me first, later on Biggie... and even later Joel &amp;amp; Zayd couldnt run away from the Mad Stella fuckers.. such as giles, sehen, john, feelip. fenjim, angelo and a few others... was good to meet up with them since i nvr partied with them in a long time especially with the TSB gang. no not Telawi Street Bistro.. but Tengku Sehen BIggie hahahaha ok la fine la i know its lame but back then 3 of us used to pull quite a number of fuked up stunts haha..&lt;br /&gt;eelin was there. cynthia was there. even wendi was there. basically it was quite a happening saturday nite considering the fairly small crowd&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of my fucked up nite was definitely the "water fight" - 2 teams of 6 people including a girl. mingshen was the girl for the other side(The Stella Side) which also consist of john, feelip, fenjim, angelo, wenloong.. our side aka The Fooser Side consist of mich, sehen, biggie, joel, giles and ALI haha.. btw i bet ali had a really bad night. everyone had the daylights wacked out of them. im pretty sure me, joel, angelo and john were the biggest casualties of the nite haha.. anyways will upload pics soon .. need 2 pau some from cynthia or E.. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116029873868169774?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116029873868169774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116029873868169774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116029873868169774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116029873868169774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-it-feels-to-get-wacked-by-vinnie.html' title='how it feels to get wacked by vinnie jones'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-116002849803670564</id><published>2006-10-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:17:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haze is back!!! so is Phillippe Senderos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the god damn &lt;em&gt;stupok&lt;/em&gt;(adapted frm daphne chui haha) haze is back.. this time hitting PJ massively.. this morning at LUCT i couldnt c shit as i was walkin around the plaza. ok la not until that bad lar but Quite the bad la. i hope it wont b as bad as lastime where everyone had to wear them stupid ass masks. really stupid at first wen we were younger we thought it was cool cos it looks like a ninja haha but now if u think abt it.. it really looks like shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand Rohan has a new post finally. those who know him and are in a mood for laughter go ahead and check his blog abt the tamil tiger thingie.. seriously really really really funny i nearly fell off my chair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also not forgetting.. Philippe Senderos is back in the first team after being injured for a bit during the world cup.. hooray and hope to see more of him this season..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/senderos_philippe_afc_profile_2005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/320/senderos_philippe_afc_profile_2005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/_41012898_senderos416.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-116002849803670564?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/116002849803670564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=116002849803670564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116002849803670564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/116002849803670564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-is-back-so-is-phillippe-senderos.html' title='haze is back!!! so is Phillippe Senderos!!'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-115997212820307122</id><published>2006-10-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:28:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind &gt; remorse &gt; rehabilitate &gt; reinvent &gt; recover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Found myself just the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the backyard of a friends place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking of the crowd you're in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you're up to, where you've been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;You know the clothes that you wear, and the colour in your hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shouldn't change you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now you tell me why is it so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're bigger than Mighty Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At least you think so&lt;br /&gt;Got my fingers burnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now when I think of touching your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You have changed so much that I don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I can call you, and tell you I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I would love to bring you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plant your feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Threw my smoke down on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Turned my head and I heard the sound, that reminded me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of the days so young and sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Always so much fun to me&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought so&lt;br /&gt;Now you think you're so damn fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You could rule the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No not mine,I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Got my fingers burnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now when I think of touching your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You have changed so much, that I don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I can call you and tell you I care&lt;br /&gt;U know the scene that you're in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the people that you've been with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just get to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you think I'm not as cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As you are so beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who you foolin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well I'm here to tell you babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The game you're in is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So damn pretentious&lt;br /&gt;Got my fingers burnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now when I think of touching your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You have changed so much that I don't know,If I can call you, and tell you I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I would love to bring you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plant your feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;You think you're so beautiful....So beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-115997212820307122?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/115997212820307122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=115997212820307122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/115997212820307122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/115997212820307122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/rewind-remorse-rehabilitate-reinvent.html' title='rewind &gt; remorse &gt; rehabilitate &gt; reinvent &gt; recover'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-35484214.post-115995599069125314</id><published>2006-10-04T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:23:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet would never be as sweet without the sour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i took this quote from sumone close to me. i believe wat he says is true. u cant taste sweetness without tasting the sourness(or bitterness). without defeat, u wont appreciate victory. this girl is one of a kind and i know that. im goin thru a very difficult phase, but i know when i get thru this...it'll be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/wpe10490.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways today college was horrible. came back purposely on Sunday just to attend this god damned one hour class and he only taught us for about 30 mins! dammit wasted my whole Sunday and also my Monday morning for nothing.. *sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;was also talking to our lovely Canadian, D.E. and we were jus talkin about how her parents saw some pics of us looking pissed drunk. but luckily somehow they didnt know it was taken frm a club. LOL. if im not mistaken, this was at Zouk after m-kiss prom or sumthing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/wpe10490.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4656/3727/1600/wpe10490.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35484214-115995599069125314?l=danilayla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/feeds/115995599069125314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35484214&amp;postID=115995599069125314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/115995599069125314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35484214/posts/default/115995599069125314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danilayla.blogspot.com/2006/10/sweet-would-never-be-as-sweet-without.html' title='sweet would never be as sweet without the sour'/><author><name>danilayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04814944556395702817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
