<?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-1384326227571700740</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:31.525-07:00</updated><category term='the past?'/><title type='text'>Possibilities &amp; Opportunities</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705060871801953003</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/_uBrwbPAU7wo/SXtPrxETMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Id-vpBn5-5I/S220/Photo+106.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384326227571700740.post-2079052889993528852</id><published>2009-03-09T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:33:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way down</title><content type='html'>There's just so much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trial exams? The confusing state of my mind? The fact I am physically incapable of restraining myself from pigging out at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so listless, I want to scream around the block, "What's the point??"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so inspired, I embark on a 4-hour study session (hopefully this happens everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I love being at home 10000000x more than being at KY. Don't get me wrong, KY is special, amazing teachers, good friends but I do feel disillusioned there, like something is not quite real. Why oh why? Maybe I'm just tired of judgemental ppl. We find 'em everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also confused about this one other thing that I can't talk about. I only get confused when I think about my long-term plans. Otherwise the state of the union is almost-perfect now.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not jeopardise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384326227571700740-2079052889993528852?l=diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2079052889993528852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-way-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/2079052889993528852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/2079052889993528852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-way-down.html' title='On the way down'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705060871801953003</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/_uBrwbPAU7wo/SXtPrxETMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Id-vpBn5-5I/S220/Photo+106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384326227571700740.post-2303181319770786671</id><published>2009-01-25T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:01:47.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cappucino &amp; Macchiato</title><content type='html'>The difference between cappucino &amp;amp; macchiato...cappucino consists of coffee n frothed milk while macchiato consists of espresson n one tablespoon of frothed milk. (A v sleepy-looking Coffee Bean worker explained to me. Ironic for him to be sleepy, working in a coffee place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess I am addicted to coffee...the taste, the smell...and I'm not talking about nescafe, but real, earthly coffee..freshly ground. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen asked me in the cafe, after I recommended Neslo to her (a mixture of nescafe n milo..it's not bad), will I be able to sleep at night? That got me thinking...I don't really drink coffee to stay awake (except during breaktime to get through classes, or when i realy have to cram for exam), I drink it more for the TASTE. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heaven.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how perfect it is that the new addition to my house (after renovation) is a really cute coffee bar, with machines, marbletop n all? I can brew happily n conveniently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the usual ice-blended at Coffee Bean (incidentally packed with fat n calories &gt;.&lt;), why not try yummy cappucino or if ur braver, the single espresso? It got me high. Weeeee..  Going back to college tomorrow...sigh...this year's cny aint that cool compared to last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384326227571700740-2303181319770786671?l=diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2303181319770786671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/cappucino-macchiato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/2303181319770786671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/2303181319770786671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/cappucino-macchiato.html' title='Cappucino &amp; Macchiato'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705060871801953003</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/_uBrwbPAU7wo/SXtPrxETMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Id-vpBn5-5I/S220/Photo+106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384326227571700740.post-8974604775510359460</id><published>2009-01-24T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:26:32.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past?'/><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>I was listening to Avril's song, 'Complicated'...and it kind of hits home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; like, you the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; When we're drivin' in your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;talkin' to me one on one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; But you become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Round everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Your watchin' your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Like you can't relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You tryin' to be cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You look like a fool to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I see the way you're actin' like you're somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of...some previous involvement...everything was SO hard n SO disastrous...I was trapped in it for too long. I really don't want to hold a grudge or have any resentment, it takes two to tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Never met such an aggravating person. Even being friends and being civilized get too hard, and I can just feel the vibes of animosity pouring out of this person's pores to me.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do your thing and I do mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384326227571700740-8974604775510359460?l=diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/feeds/8974604775510359460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/8974604775510359460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/8974604775510359460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705060871801953003</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/_uBrwbPAU7wo/SXtPrxETMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Id-vpBn5-5I/S220/Photo+106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384326227571700740.post-2614035636142216659</id><published>2009-01-23T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:11:41.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KYUEM?</title><content type='html'>I'm lame..I cant keep up with a blog...I was thinking of writing once a week...but once a month would be more feasible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish my blog is more like Aud's or Shida's..&lt;br /&gt;But this is me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to talk about my January.&lt;br /&gt;It has been awesome n colourful seriously! Not the least bit boring, xcept for d 1st week...n maybe the last? I rmbr saying sumting like "I'm freaking bored of college" to Iylia while in the cafe few days ago...I guess the monotony of waking up n going to classes got me down.&lt;br /&gt;I still like my subjects though...finally finally could grasp Further after 1 week of struggling. No joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sombre note, I got rejected from Cambridge after weeks of faint hope that maybe, jz maybe...it was meant to be. I was sad for approximately 2 hours but 100% cheered up after a singing fest wt Iylia and dinner with H. God knows best for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of KYUEM'S student council election was announced today...didn't surprise me at all, the fact that certain students with better n more convincing manifestos have been passed over for those who could barely string words together to convey their message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structure of a closed community...quite predictable.&lt;br /&gt;We vote for what we know, what we are comfortable with and what we want to see.&lt;br /&gt;We vote for people we have common grounds with, most similar to us simply because of the fear of unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of spectrum, those who could speak well are not necessarily the most efficient , responsible and trustworthy. Just like in debating, u twist words around (still with factual info though) to make ur team look good n ur opponent look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congrats to the new SC members n good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think a certain person should improve his...ahem...language proficiency. Not that mine is completely Queen Elizabeth English, I talk pasar also marr...mixture of chinese slangs I pick up in secondary skool, n malay slangs I pick up in college.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of IELTS nxt week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384326227571700740-2614035636142216659?l=diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/feeds/2614035636142216659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/kyuem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/2614035636142216659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/2614035636142216659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/kyuem.html' title='KYUEM?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705060871801953003</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/_uBrwbPAU7wo/SXtPrxETMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Id-vpBn5-5I/S220/Photo+106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384326227571700740.post-7377418563000558642</id><published>2009-01-01T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:55:20.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01/01/09</title><content type='html'>I thought 1st jan would be the perfect date to start a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn of new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BEGINNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last year was full of changes..and dramas...it was anything but peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;challenging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Being away from home for the 1st time. Making new friends, keeping in touch with old friends while missing them dearly. Expanding my horizons, realizing that things are not always clear. There are shades of gray and the only thing that can keep you grounded is your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to finally, finally create a blog because I know this year will not be any different...once you're out of high school, things change rapidly (esp if ur on a fast track programme).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;POSSIBILITIES &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;OPPORTUNITIES &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is my own form of self-gratification to inspire and motivate myself to live life to the fullest. and I do mean THE FULLEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;amazing,&lt;/span&gt; maybe hard (12 Alvl papers!) year.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384326227571700740-7377418563000558642?l=diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/feeds/7377418563000558642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/010109.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/7377418563000558642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384326227571700740/posts/default/7377418563000558642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diyanazuraimi.blogspot.com/2009/01/010109.html' title='01/01/09'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12705060871801953003</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/_uBrwbPAU7wo/SXtPrxETMFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Id-vpBn5-5I/S220/Photo+106.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
